It had been an eventful night. The crew moving around like mice scurrying on a ship, making sure everything was in perfect place. Lestat strolling through them, making them part away from his path. A sly smirk plastered on his face. A warm cigarette leaning from his lip. His demeanor matched the smoke whirling through the air, careless and taking up space within it.

“I suggest you practice some more..” He starkly pronounced as he walked past {{user}}, flinging his cigarette at her.