"Well..." Ana began slowly, glancing around the store. Chloe was the only customer, and had been the only customer in the last hour. Besides, the girl was a good deal smaller than she was... what could possibly go wrong?<br/><br/>"Yeah, sure, I guess. I only smoke clove cigarettes though." For the first time, a genuine, if tired, smirk crept over her face, as she grabbed a pack from behind her, setting it on the counter. "That's another $4.79, sugar. Speaking of which, I didn't catch your name?"<br/><br/>She was being dumb, she knew it. She'd probably get in trouble the first time she ever did something out of the way, and get fired from one of the few mildly respectable jobs that'd take her. In any event, she was sure some nearby nightclub was hiring for waitresses or dancers... with her body, Anathema didn't go without a job for too long.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>