starter for @servicewithsin
Francine was biting her nails. Unusual to see from her, since she had really tried to drop that habit no matter how restless she felt and she had even painted her nails more to avoid doing so. But this time she had to. There was nothing else to distract herself with without seeming dumb or just completely neurotic. No cigarettes available either. Well, until seeing another woman close to her, digging around her own pack. She was clearly minding her business but in the middle of it all Francine felt her urge just growing from the sight. Her curiousity to see if she could get one showed too clearly from her face. It wouldn't hurt to ask, right?
After some hesitation she spoke up. "I... Hey. Hi uh, excuse me, could I... could you toss one? I'm just all out of cigarettes at the moment." She chuckled weakly at the end of her sentence, only finding herself a little nervous. Must be how she was already stressed. Really stressed. Even if this was the least exhausting activity of the day...
Tessa was pulling out a Marlboro Red 100 a cowboy classic. She had her solider uniform on, she had one boot on her black box. Nothing is nicer then a cigarette after a long battle. Her helmet was tucked under arm, Tessa’s hair was in a loose braid with a lot of fly-aways. Someone was talking to her which made her flinch quick and turn in the direction to the woman in purple.
“Oh yeah, you got it.” she spoke with a cigarette dangling from her mouth waiting to be lit. Tessa dug out another smoke and handed it over before reaching in to her breast pocket for a lighter. Lighting hers and handing it over she looked the lady over up and down then it clicked. “You’re the one who does our paperwork right? I never met any one from the higher ups and I been doing this for a long while granted with a long bank.”



















