SECONDHAND SMOKE — JOINING

[skullcrow]

Poise threw her head back, grumbling out a sigh. The first shelter she found from the elements, and it was a fucking VIP clubhouse. The world had it out for her. "You know what," she began, turning around. The words died on her lips.

An on-fire lioness in the middle of the jungle wasn't the weirdest thing she'd ever seen, but it was up there. Did the water here do things to you? Poise let her gaze roam over the lioness's form, then snap back up to make steady contact. She lifted her lip in a grin. If this was Death, she didn't want to live. "Came to see you, of course," she said, winking a sand-encrusted eye. Her voice was hoarse. That was sexy, right?

Gods, if they could see her now. She'd blame her lack of inhibition on the sleep deprivation, but they'd just call her out on her shit. Bet you anything they were having better luck on their own. She dropped the smirk and leaned forward. "Look, hot stuff, I'll kick your ass if I have to, but I don't plan on eating sand for a week again. Give me some good food and a place to pass out for a few hours, and we'll be golden."

/ ooc: i'm so embarrassed on my daughter's behalf rip