A stream of strong tobacco smoke flew from his mouth. In the lungs, she left nicotine, and on the soul - calm. She was sitting in her armchair in her old, worn, but beloved orange jeans, a purple sweater, with her hair loose and without makeup. She was thinking about tomorrow's concert. It's time to start preparing, but she still sits, in this small room, which now does not even belong to her completely. Now it's a common room, for two. The last day for two, as well as this apartment. And tomorrow starts a new concert tour, new cities new fans, new posters and old songs.
"How much can you smoke?" - the evil Kathy came into the room. Throwing back the magnificent tail of pink hair, the black cat quickly passed through the room. At such moments, she tried not to look at Casta. It's hard to lie. Especially her.
"How much I want so much and will smoke!"
"From smoking, the voice spoils. What if you are hoarse and can not sing anymore?" - did not let up Kathy Noir.
"Then I'll leave the big stage and sing in a restaurant or cabaret with my husky, smoky voice," Casta retorted.
Throwing the cigarette butt into the ashtray, she came up behind to Kathy, pinned her from behind, wrapping her arms around her waist. The smell of freshly prepared meat, struck in the nose along with the smell of cigarettes. A strange mix.
"Our fans have long guessed that we are not such good girls as we seem", - Casta smiled, embracing the cat even more tightly.
"This is not an excuse. Quite smoking" - Noir pointedly emphasized the last word.
"I want and I will!" - a satisfied smile Caste was replaced by a cunning one.
"If you do not quit smoking - move to another apartment, I'm sick of this smell," Kathy grumbled. - And anyway, I went to watch the show.
Somehow escaping from the embrace of his girlfriend, Kathy already wanted to return to the kitchen, but Casta demanded grabbing her shoulder and turned to her. Again feeling the smell of tobacco, the girl with pink hair frowned.
"How many times do I have to tell you that I do not like it when they leave me the moment I started?" - with these words the caste kissed Kathy on the lips. She had been waiting for this moment since last night. A month of Sundays. For her every word, every move, every kiss of her beloved is like a breath of fresh air, when, due to constant tours and concerts, they fall out not fighting more than a couple of months a year to be together.
But Kathy herself became dependent. and despite her constant grumbling grumbling - in fact, she is happy about it. She became too dependent on the smell of cigarettes breathing, which Casta shares with her during kisses. This rude, hooligan-like kind of witch attracted her from the first meeting, on her first date. Ketti Noir was ready for anything to make me feel the touch of these lips, these hands every day, to inhale this bitter, but such a welcome smell of strong tobacco from Casta. Only from her, and from anyone else. She would give all her money and all her popularity so that this smell would always be with her.
But from bad habits you need to get rid of. Therefore, Kathy always insisted that smoking is harmful, that tobacco spoils the voice, that casta will hoarse and will not be able to sing his beautiful rock ballads anymore. In fact, Noir was not worried about Firs's health: witches are not sick, besides, it's her business, to smoke or not, Casta is grown up already. It was just necessary to get out of this. The faster the better.
But it did not work. The singer-cat with pink hair all the same drowned in feelings of her beloved, obeying embraces, passionate kisses, caresses, sex in places completely for this not intended. Probably, it's for them to caste takoy fetish - make love anywhere: in the bathroom, in the attic, in the elevator (often delaying it), on the living room floor ... Anywhere, if only with Kathy. Not with Catti Noir, the celebrity and pop star of our time, but simply Kathy. A crooked girl who knows how to cook delicious lasagna and hates the smell of tobacco. A girl she fell in love with without makeup, carnival contact lenses, rhinestones and tight dresses.
Okay, let's go watch your show, - looking up from the cat's neck, Casta said, anticipating how they would sit on the sofa. And then they are unlikely to have any business before the show.
The next morning, Kathy sat on the windowsill. In one hand she held the lighter, and in the other, between the neat fingers with a professional manicure, was wearing a thin lady's cigarette. The smoke from the cigarette went up. At the same time, Kathy's soul seems to have flown down by a wounded bird.
"And what are you doing here?" - Without restraining laughter, Casta looked at her beloved girl.
"You know, I decided that I want your smell to be with me always" - the singer looked again at the packaging, and then listened to her feelings. Bitterly. Disgusting. But this smell, aftertaste. Oh, yes, now the smell of Casta will always be with her!