Post by r0zmurd0ck on Mar 7, 2007 20:15:02 GMT -5
Roz sits calmly at the bar reguarding the comotion as just another nuisance in today's events. Reaching into the pocket of her fur coat she pulls out a cigar and places it delicatly between her lips. The ciggar looks large and bulky in comparison to her face, and when she lights it the smoke smells quite peculiar.