Sword Training

"I don't smoke," Montare said as he looked at the cigarettes on the floor whilst completely ignoring Jane's question. He didn't intend to tell the truth about whether or not he had bought from the guy, and he didn't want to risk trying to lie and fail. "I guess I can take you to the guy in Rosebury." Although, Montare wasn't so sure he was gonna buy anything this time around, given how poorly things went when he had bought vodka from the guy.

Maisie. A cute name for a rotten girl. She snatched the cigarette out of the air and smiled, surprised Montare gave in that easily. Maybe that was his weakness; pretty women. "Thanks," she said with a gracious bow of her head. Jane couldn't judge too harshly though. Everybody had their reasons.

She bent down to pick Montare's cigarette off the floor and flicked it back toward Maisie. No need to waste a good smoke, at any rate. "You know, I was thinking of throwing a little get-together some time soon. I don't have a credit card, and I don't know where this 'guy' is, but if there's something for me, then there'll be something for you." Jane moved forward and twined her arm through his, with a sidelong glance toward the blonde that read 'grab the other arm'. She gave them both a wink, a wink that could've meant anything. "I always repay a debt, and parties need refreshments, don't they?"

Maisie caught the glance, as well as the cigarette, and complied, a little hesitance in copying Jane's action. The boy seemed strange, she didn't exactly want to touch him, but she put her arm in his with a dainty sort of grace. "You'd help us, wouldn't you? All you have to do is show us the way." She said with a smile, but her voice weaved like a snake in the underbrush of her throat, almost a hiss of a whisper.

Montare looked at the two girls as they linked their arms with his. Looks like there's no getting out of it now. Trying to avoid showing much emotion towards the arm-linking, Montare began to lead the two out of the gym, legitimately taking them to Warner's. While the owner of the store would never sell them anything like cigarettes, his son was much more willing.