The goth girl?

Something is drawing you toward the goth girl smoking by herself, you take a deep breath and head over.

"Hey, do you think I could bum a cig? Someone ran off with my pack" you say with a friendly smile.

The goth girl looks over to you with dark eyes eyeing you up and down a small smile creeps onto her face. "Was it the redhead that took you pack? You forgot your zipper."

"Well um, uh yeah" your cheeks burn a bit red as you check your zipper and it is already zipped up. She knew, she must have seen what just happened.

"Don't worry just giving you some shit." She laughed as she reached into her bra and pulled out a pack of menthol cigarettes and pulled one out offering it to you.

"Thank you, and glad you don't disapprove" you grin your cheeks returning to a more normal color. You quickly light the cigarette and take a long inhale of it feeling the cold minty taste of the menthol cigarette. "My name is John, nice to meet you."

"Name's Ava" she says taking a very long drag still eyeing you up and down confidently. "So get blowjobs in alleys often there John, or are you new to the scene?" She leaned against the wall one armed crossed under her boobs holding the other that held the cigarette up.

"Oh um, I am pretty new to that whole thing, wasn't expecting it. Guess girls here at The Crazy Beaver are just a bit amped up or something." You say trying to sound as confident as she sounded.

"Oh yeah all the sex crazed nymphos are here, some more dangerous then others." She said shaking her head smiling as she took another long drag of her cigarette.

"Well glad I showed up here then, I heard some of the legendary stories." You take a drag of the cigarette, "Oh really, are you one of the dangerous ones?"

"Well John, that depends on if you like getting fucked in the ass by a girl wearing a strap on." She looked at you dead in the eye it was unnerving as she seemed to stop blinking. She took another long drag of the cigarette letting the smoke drift out of her mouth as she inhaled it through her nose.