"Pass it. Pass it."
The Relowockee could hardly stand still. Standing out in the cold, harsh wind ripping through the old down of her vest, the need she felt for a fix still overpowered everything else. She shifted her weight from foot to foot and positively glared at her companion, who was taking her sweet goddamned time in busting the cigs out.
"Boo you, whore, I'm getting mine first." The Imeut girl sneered, pulling one slender cigarette from the box with her spidery fingers in slow motion.
"Just pass me the fucking pack already!"
"Alright, alright! Jesus Christ, Soren, you act like you haven't had a smoke in days. Need I remind you, it's my scarab that carries these suckers, and I don't have to share with you at all!"