Cool Air, and Hot Smoke [Open]

She didn't care if it was 'bad for your health.' A lot of things were bad for your health (like being in the fashion industry, for example), and what she did was no issue of anyone else... so they could get over it and... 'fuck off' to put it in American terms.

Natalya was currently enjoying one of her favorite past times, smoking. Now, despite the Belorussian being a bit of a health freak (you'll find some of the blandest and healthiest foods in her cabinets), she enjoyed a good cigarette. The girl was wound pretty tight, and was always in a better mood after a smoke... it was doubtful anyone would have the balls to encourage this anyway. She was all ready tough to deal with as was, if she didn't have the stress relief of a cigarette...

Perched on a bench in the park, book perched on her lap, and a cigarette in hand, she enjoyed her winding down time (even if the little brats that were running around were screeching unpleasantly).

( mind if i jump in? o v o ;; )

It was another one of those slow days again. Actually the third in a row now. He didn't have any shoots do do, no parties or runway auditions to attend. Slow day. The thing about these type of days was that at first its relaxing, but after a while it gets restless and his knees start to bounce non stop through out a novel. Berwald wasn't used to having days off. He loved having something to do. And at the moment, there was nothing. Boyfriend had gone off a few hours back, and it was still 4 hours till dinner. Everything that he had to finish doing was done yesterday. There was simply nothing for him to do. And this was a bad novel.

Thats it. Berwald clapped the book close and tossed it to the side. He needed to get out of the house. He needed to find something to do. He found a shirt to pull over his arms and a scarf that he loosely threw around his neck. He found a pair of converse shoes and hastily slipped into them. Now, he wasn't the type to be rushed, but, he really needed to get out of the house.

He nodded at the bell boy and found himself wandering aimlessly in the park five minutes later. It was in the middle of the afternoon. The sun was nice today. Perhaps he would've done without the extra shirt.

Yes, it was a nice day out. TO simply sit back and enjoy. But he had already done that, and he wanted something to do for fuck's sakes ! Berwald turned and watched the children run around for a moment before turning his head the other way and seeing a woman with a cigarette in her hand. He wasn't a smoker. But he does smoke, on occasion. Occasions such as this for example, when he's feeling restless. Stupid roll of tobacco calms him down.

Hesitantely, Berwald finally decides to ask the lady for a smoke. He didn't have a pack or a lighter, and he really needed to calm down.

" 'scuse," He started as he walked up to the lady, " Got a smoke t' spare?"