I got a feelin' that something ain't right

[im_a_toughguy]

The jukebox had been an asshole for the better part of the day, and Freddy had given up on lounging with a stack of comics like he'd been planning for. At first it hadn't really been that bad, just seventies pop hits in an hour long block before it started repeating the same shit time after time. One minute he's absently humming along to Sandy

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[gotacigarette]

The blood washes away, but it's still there. It's all still there, and, the worst thing is that she isn't sure that she cares. You do what you have to do. She buried Sol's head in a gave, deep enough that nobody's ever going to find it. The last few days, she's been there, though, crouched down in the sandy soil, staring at the spot.

Good men. She lost good men, and maybe she stands to lose a few more.

"Don't suppose you've got another one of those," she says, as she comes level with the guy on th path, the smell of smoking.

It's almost a reflex.

[im_a_toughguy]

It wasn't exactly an unfathomable question, and Freddy tipped his head back against the tree as he sucked in a drag. They were crap, island rolled and not even rolled all that well, but it was more than the people who didn't know about the, albeit limited tobacco supply, had. Even with what there was access to there were still days where he mentally pleaded with the island to have a carton of Red Apples show up, even if they wouldn't last long.

"I might." He said, raising a brow and then shrugging. "I'll warn you, they're shit."

[gotacigarette]

"I didn't ask for an assessment of their quality," she says, and there's a flicker of something that might have been a smile in her eyes.

It's difficult to tell when her face doesn't change.

"A cigarettes a cigarette, right?"

[im_a_toughguy]

Freddy came to the conclusion that she was clearly not a ray of sunshine coming to shine brightly on what was left of his day. But, regardless of her lack of cheer, he shrugged and took a drag on his own smoke and shoved a hand down into his back pocket, retrieving a fresh and less than expertly rolled item.

"Need a light, too?" He mumbled around his own, offering it to the chick.

[gotacigarette]

Eden takes the cigarette with a nod of thanks, holding up her matches as she slips it between her lips.

"Thanks," she says, inhaling deeply as the cigarette catches.
Jesus. She needs this. It's a little worrying how much.

Or it would be, if she dwelt on it.