she's nicotine;;;

Smoke pushed past dark red lips, billowing out like fire would of a dragon’s. Parties weren’t her thing, per say, but she enjoyed the noise that they provided. Hanuel leaned her head back against the wall, eyes closed as she soaked in the vibrations the numbness that her ‘poison’ gave her in that moment. Though, she wasn’t prepared for someone to disturb her. She had never been the one people would look to first and she never had the patience to deal with clients and underdogs on a personal level. “If you need something make it fast. If you do not, leave me be.”