Bianca Jagger

Oh? I’m so full of energy all the time, I hardly ever think about it. They say it’s a bad habit to have but I think it’s a rather glamorous one. And it can’t be any worse for you than alcohol. But I like that one too. *grins, crossing her ankles and running a hand through her hair* Are you sure you wouldn’t like one? I rarely offer to share. *holds out the pack, watching with a bemused expression* 

*laughs, raising her eyebrows in amusement and smirking faintly* You probably do. I’m Bianca Jagger. 

*stares in surprise for a moment, then smiles widely* R-really?  Oh my G-God, it’s really nice’ta m-meet you! *takes a long, nervous drag from her cigarette, coughing* I’m Laura…

It's nice to "m-meet" you too, I suppose. I understand you might be starstruck but there's no need to be nervous. 

*laughs* I like to smoke. Don’t you? *takes another drag, blowing the smoke in her direction* 

Oh, no—my Jesus. *shakes her head, smiling in reminiscence* I’da got worn out if I eva’ touched ‘em… I ain’t eva’ tried. *watches the smoke, her brows creasing as she sees the tendrils floating directly toward her face*

Oh? I'm so full of energy all the time, I hardly ever think about it. They say it's a bad habit to have but I think it's a rather glamorous one. And it can't be any worse for you than alcohol. But I like that one too. *grins, crossing her ankles and running a hand through her hair* Are you sure you wouldn't like one? I rarely offer to share. *holds out the pack, watching with a bemused expression* 

Th-thank you… *takes one, her hands shaking noticeably, and lights it, taking a drag* D-do I know y-you? *glances at her nervously for a minute* Y-you look f-familiar…

*laughs, raising her eyebrows in amusement and smirking faintly* You probably do. I'm Bianca Jagger. 

*arches an eyebrow as she watches* …som’ …botherin’ you, baby..?

What? *takes a drag, furrowing her eyebrows and scrutinizing, then exhales* No, of course not. Why do you ask?

…well, hell, you—*shrugs, gesturing toward the cigarette pack* goin’ at dem thangs like dey candy or som’..!

*laughs* I like to smoke. Don't you? *takes another drag, blowing the smoke in her direction* 

*violently yet elegantly working her way through a pack of cigarettes, stabbing one out in an ashtray and lighting a second*

*arches an eyebrow as she watches* …som’ …botherin’ you, baby..?

What? *takes a drag, furrowing her eyebrows and scrutinizing, then exhales* No, of course not. Why do you ask?