“Want one?”

Jill and Claire are out on the porch, passing around a lit cigar, the scent of sweet and spicy herbs filling the air and your nostrils. Making your head spin delightfully as you take a seat in between them, legs crossed like the lady you are. Supposedly.

“Come on.” Claire urges, gently nudging your arm with her elbow. She’s just being playful. She wouldn’t ever actually make you do it if you didn’t want to. They’re just being nice.

“Don’t be pussy.”

Hell, it’s not even a real cigarette. It’s just a mock up.