"it's too loud," she hums to herself in response to his question, enjoying the cool night air that blew softly through the window. she wants to ask why take the risk? but she'd be quite the hypocrite as she plucks the cigarette from his hand and takes a drag from it, giving a small cough.
"he already knows me so well," she muses to herself with a faux expression of infatuation, rolling her eyes a moment later. but of course he's right - and rita hardly considers peter somebody to give her life over. "right you are," she agrees in annoyance, smacking her lips together a few times, getting used to the feeling the smoke left on them. "that's quite a horrid taste, isn't it?" she adds a moment later, scrunching her nose. she hardly ever touches the stuff, but she was feeling just the right amount of miserable to entertain it. "how come you're not making a prick of yourself like your little friends?" rita asks curiously.















