"Not really," Mimiru replies, scowling a bit.  The young woman crushes the butt of her cigarette into one of the potted plants near the bench, then straightens up her posture for a moment and wiggles her shoulders slightly, 'adjusting' her bust so she can reach down into her cleavage and recover the pack.  Normally she'd just roll it up in her sleeve, but that would be asking for a little too much trouble at school.  As she fishes out a fresh stick, she mutters, "I mean, I play with bands sometimes, but this far out from the Tokyo-Chiba sprawl things get pretty fucking lame.  There's barely anyone in Iwatodai who wants to hear anything but anime themesongs and dance tracks."<br/><br/>Pausing for a moment to pucker out her lips and cup over the lighter to block the wind, making sure to puff a few quick drags off to get the cherry nice and hot, she glances up at Aryn more directly.  "I mean, I play clubs sometimes and I can usually scare up some other instrumentals, but they're all over the place, right?  They usually know a couple of Ikimongakari tracks and maybe some Linkin Park.  God knows they can't read fucking sheet music to save their lives."