CIGARETTES [LWT]

ashtray

[2:26 PM]

[louis sits on his porch. he pulls out a cigarette, flicking the lighter and lighting it. Lola comes out of her house, neighbors mind you, and joins him. she wears a short skirt with knee high socks and a fitted shirt.]

"you look pretty lola,"

"thank you. you look like shit,"

"gee thanks. i feel like it too."

"maybe it's the cigarettes?"

"nah. they make me feel nice,"

"oh."

[Louis let's his ashes fall onto the ground. lola stares at the fallen ashes, then to louis. he isn't as hard on the eyes as he feel. messy hair, sweats, no shirt.]

"why don't you have an ashtray?"

"makes no sense to buy one when the world's your ashtray,"

"deep."

"i guess."

"im gonna go to the store. want anything?"

"nope. thanks lola,"

[Lola rises and heads off down the street. louis is left alone to finish his cigarette. he feels a bit lonely, he misses Lola's company. an hour later she returns with a small glass ashtray and a pack of cigarettes to leave on his doorstep. Louis hears the doorbell ring and answers it to the little surprise. he chuckles to himself.]

"thank you Lola,"

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aww.