"Gimme a sec.." she says, grabbing up her pipe, and taking one final hit from it as the other left the room.  Slowly exhaling the rather identifiable smoke, she sighed, sitting there a moment longer, relaxing a moment longer before grabbing up her bag, putting the pipe and lighter into a plastic bag, and grabbing some Altoids, she waited several moments, pulling her messenger bag over her shoulder, and headed into the practice room.  A little red-eyed, and with rosy cheeks, the girl was adjusting her sleeveless tanktop, as she moved around to the drum set.<br/><br/>Slipping onto the seat, she grabbed her sticks from her bag, "Sorry.  Had a call, trainer, -again-." she says with a slight pout as she settles in, looking over her band mates, idly twirling her sticks between her fingers, testing out the pedals for the bass drum and cymbals.<br/><br/>"I will not answer the phone before practice, ok?" she says with a smile.