She fidgets unhappily in her chair, running her fingers through her hair. "Man, will you ever learn to hold scissors in your hands?" she pointed to the failed attempt to trim her bangs.

She sighed in disappointment, turning to face you, poking her finger at your chest. "Either fix this or I'll take all the rock records." damn, these records are you pride. Have you been collecting them since debut, it seems? The devil knows, but during this period too much has accumulated to lose because of this girl.

She took out a rolled cigarette, lighting a cigarette and closing her eyes, tossing and turning in her chair. "Light a cigarette? I don't want another hair misstep." she grinned as she handed it to you.

God knows how you managed to make friends, maybe it was in a punk store, or did it start back in school when you are together were smoking away from everyone? The simple fact is that she values the hell out of this friendship, even if she acts like an ass.