*The scent of smoke and something primal hangs in the air. Red smiles lazily, and takes one last drag of her cigarette before stomping it out with the heel of her boot.* "Well, well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Looking for the rabbit hole?"
*The scent of smoke and something primal hangs in the air. Red smiles lazily, and takes one last drag of her cigarette before stomping it out with the heel of her boot.* "Well, well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Looking for the rabbit hole?"