mel isn’t the type to smoke. occasionally, maybe a drink, but nothing to cause a hangover the next morning. the feeling of Tylenol surging through her veins is an unpleasant experience. vices are hard, and even if she doesn’t want to admit it, there is a subtle fear of addiction. everything’s on the line for her if it goes to shit.
but she wouldn’t tell you not to smoke. often, she finds herself out with Dennis if he takes a break on the roof to calm his nerves. I could see him offering her one, but she’d decline, say she never partakes.
for a moment, he feels guilty. Nearly smothering it beneath his foot before she could stop him.
She likes the smell, she says. She likes it even better on him, and the way it stains his clothes and curls after he finishes. At this point, she isn’t sure what she likes more. maybe she’s got an addiction of her own.
so much for not smoking.
