The sound of the music thumping in the background made the perfect rhythm for her heart to beat to, the drugs running through her system making her mind hazy and she could have worn that is the music hadn’t been playing, her heart probably wouldn’t be pumping. That was how high she was.
And it was fucking beautiful.
Turning her head over towards the male that shared the plush couch next to her, she perked up at the sight of the cigarette he was lightening, the sweet nicotine something that she always found to pair well with her when she was like this. Not that she didn’t smoke when she wasn’t ridiculously high. Oh no, she did. But it never satisfied her enough then. The witch’s tongue slid across her bottom lip as she watched the smoke drift through the air, an idea slowly sliding into her mind, as sneaky as can be.
Reaching over, Alice plucked the cigarette from between the man’s fingers and placed it between her own lips, cherry colored lipstick already leaving the slightest of stain on the filter as she inhaled, letting the smoke fill her lungs before drifting gracefully from between those full lips. For a moment, she ignored the man she’d stolen from who was probably glaring at her, the cigarette resting between her own slim fingers.
❝ — A trade. ❞ She suddenly said, just loud enough for the man to hear her over the sound of the bass making the walls shake slightly around them. ❝ — In return for me stealing this little bit of nicotine… ❞ A tiny smirk and she leaned over, hazy eyes taking in the appearance of the other quickly before her lips pressed gently, but firmly against his, lingering there purposefully long enough for the other to probably get over the shock of being kissed and appreciate the moment. It was a fair trade. A kiss for a drag of the cigarette. More than fair, really.
Finding the male’s hand again, she exchanged the cigarette between their fingers, returning it to its rightful owner ( though she was pleased over the lipstick mark on it, truthfully ), the tips of her pointed nails trailing lightly over his hand even as she finally pulled away from the kiss and just leaned back into her place on the couch, legs crossing casually as if what she’d done wasn’t the slightest bit odd. God, this high was so good.