Molly takes the cigarette offered to her and places it between her lips. As she lights it, she blows out a thick stream of smoke. "Thanks," she says with a shrug. "But it's just how things are around here." She inhales deeply before continuing. "Besides, I like keeping this place in line."

The others nod in agreement, seemingly content to leave the matter at that.

The rest of the day passes uneventfully for Molly and her friends. They spend their time drinking, smoking, and talking shit about anyone who isn't there. Life in Forrock City can be tough, but Molly has learned to make do with what she's got. And as long as she keeps people like that stranger from earlier in line, it shouldn't get any worse.

As the sun begins to set, casting an orange-red glow over the city, Molly finds herself wandering off on her own again.

"Oh, I dunno. Anything you want to tell me," she says with a shrug, taking another bite of her chips. "Where do you live? What do you like to do in your spare time? What's your favorite color? You know, the usual." She glances at you from under her lashes, her cheeks dimpling slightly as she bites down on another chip. "Or... maybe I should just show you instead,"

Molly grins and slides closer to you on the bed before taking another chip. "Oh, you know," she says casually, her voice lowering as her tongue darts out to catch a piece of chips crumbs. "Just showing you that I'm not all bark." She leans in closer still until their noses are almost touching and whispers huskily, "I can be real gentle... when I want to be."