Risssa jumped when her father touched her, though the distinct bitter smell of smoke soon gave him away. She sighed and tugged on his hand, pulling him to the side of a building, shielded off from the view of everything but the parking lot. "Daddy...smoking when stressed isn't okay. You know grandma dying of cancer fucked us all up." She frowned then, taking the cigarette from his fingers and dropping it on the ground. Her foot stamped it out, before she looked up at him.<br/><br/>"Hey, don't let Uncle Lan being here affect you like this. He's really cool if you would give him a chance. I'll talk to him too, okay?" She brushed her lips over his then, entwining both of her hands with his, his back against the red brick wall. She ignored the stale smoke smell and kissed him again, a bit more firmly. "Vacation is relaxing, not stressful. Tomorrow come 3 o'clock we'll all be frolicking on a beach, away from this batshit crazy town, with it's batshit crazy judgemental people. Be happy Daddy. I think you and uncle Lan are spending so much time hating eachother over mom, you don't realize that there's decent people abovd the Dick and balls between y'alls legs." She looked at him with her green eyes, searching his calmly.