Toris back pressed against the red cushion of the much smaller couch that was right beside the larger one, his posture slouched as she scrolled mindlessly through her phone. She brought the cigar that rested between her fingers up to her lips, taking a deep long drag as the burning sensation found its way to the back of her throat. Once she was satisfied, she let out a heavy exhale through her nose, the smoke wafting up in the air to leave a pungent smell of cigar.

She rested her arm back on the armrest, her hand dangling the cigar as one leg laid crossed over the other. She didn't seem quite aware of her surroundings, though she didn't necessarily need to be alert, she already knew everyone in this house. The Norwegian woman continued to tap and scroll through her social media, her eyes at a constant half lidded state as she cycled through being glued to her phone and focusing on her cigar that was damn near burnt out.