"Both but I only smoke Cigarettes, I have the others in case I wanted to try it out but...I don't get high that much anymore, I didn't smoke them that much so im not addicted" he answered.

"You don't have any pot then? You know it's not addicting right?" Des asked with a laugh. The kid was carrying around hard drugs, but none of the usual stuff, go figure. She took the flask out of Soren's hand, taking a swig right there on his lap, then holding it up to his mouth.

"pot? I have that with the cigarettes" Soren said drinking out of the flask

"Well they're two different things ya know," Des said, reaching into Soren's jacket lining. Her other hand continued to run along his chest as she pulled out a cigarette box.

Soren's hand was a flash, he was holding the carton in seconds. "You know you can ask instead of just playing with me." He whispered seductively as he twirled the box in between his fingers then he opened it and placed it in her mouth.

"You act like I was just gonna take it or something," Des teased as she pulled the lighter from tucked within her bra. She placed the joint back in her mouth lighting it up and taking a few hits. She pulled it out of her mouth, placing it in Soren's and shifting in his lap some. "Comfy?"

"Um Hell yeah" Soren said 'A hot girl in my lap that smokes and drinks im comfy as ever' he thought as he puffed a bit of the joint.

Rift took it back, drawing a few hits as she settled into his lap. "Yeah, I could get used to this," she said, examining the stick in her hand before taking another hit.

"The smoking or our current seating arangement?" Soren asked as he palmed the flask on the coffee table and taking a long drink.

Des wiggled a bit where she said, "Hmmm," she said as though thinking about it. "Both," she said, looking back to Soren and taking a long hit off the joint.

Soren smirked at her and took the joint before taking a long drag and handing it back. "Glad im in control of my urges" He said under his breathe.

"You wont be if you keep drinking that," Des said, looking at the half empty flask letting out a bit of a laugh. She took the joint back, hitting it a few times. "So, we should probably go somewhere a bit less open huh?" she suggested, since they were in the theater room. "We could go to my room," she said, holding up the keyring in her hand.

"Are you implying im not in control if I get half way drunk?" He said tucking the flaskes in his jacket. "Lets get going"

"Course not. I'm implying nobody controls their urges when they get all the way drunk," Des said with a laugh before standing up. She led him back to her room which somehow she hadn't been in yet. She unlocked it, going in and setting the key down on the dressed. "Lock the door behind you..." she said, running her fingers along the wall as she went and sat down on the bed.

He nodded and closed then locked the door,then he took off his jacket, pulling out the Flasks.

Des put out the roach on the desk at her bedside, kicking off her boots and climbing up onto the bed. "You gonna bring it over here? I don't bit unless you ask-" Des smacked her forehead, "I didn't mean it like that..." she said, realizing how bad it probably sounded after that stupid bird.

He smirked. "I know what you meant, and Im bringing it all" He said as he walked over opening the Moonshine flask.

Des crawled over to the edge of the bed where he was at, gently taking the flask from his hands and taking a swig before handing it back. She tossed herself back on the bed, folding her arms over her head. "Yeah...feeling much better now..."

He took the flask and then took a long drag, then set it on her nightstand. "Im so close to drunk right now"

"Which means you're buzzed at least," Des said, stretching out on the bed. "I feel so much better. I needed this after that stupid bird..."

"It said you were a vampire..." He said the chuckled. "I don't believe in those, but rumor has it Vamps are pretty sexy..."

Des smirked up at Soren. "Yeah, and they don't age. So I guess if I was one that'd be pretty awesome, huh?" she asked in a slightly joking tone. "Not like I don't enjoy biting," she teased, rolling over to her stomach and crawling toward Soren. "What about you?"

"What do you mean?" He asked sitting on her bed.

"Do you like biting? A lot of people do," Des said. Her eyes sharpened, quickly darting over to the door. She grabbed the flask, putting the cap back on it and tucking it into Soren's jacket. She brushed the joint off the desk, tucking it into her bra. Immediately afterward, there was a light knock on the door. "Answer it," she said, glancing over to Soren.

Soren nodded and walked to the door before unlocking and opening it slowly