<span class="bbc_u">Charlotte w/ Evelyn, Derek</span><br/><br/><strong>"I wish I could play like you. I've never had any musical talent. I can carry a pitch, but that's about it."</strong>Charlotte laughed, laying back on the bed. Her long legs sprawled out in different directions, completely relaxed and oblivious to the fact that her business was on display for anybody who cared to look. She brushed her hair off the back of her neck, fanning around her head in a halo.<strong>"Are you self taught?"</strong><br/><br/>Her question went unanswered as a strange smell entered the room.<strong>"You have got to be fucking kidding me."</strong>Charlotte ground out, before shooting off the bed. She marched down the hall, stopping at the door where the telling smell was originating from. She figured Evelyn would follow if she wanted to, so she didn't much worry about her. If not, after she figured out why a roommate wasn't at least lighting up out a window she would go back in the room with her new French friend.<br/><br/>Charlotte pushed the door open, standing in the room with her hands on her hips, all 5'3" feet of fury.<strong>"I don't know who the hell you are, and I personally don't care. I have no problem with weed until it starts burning my nostrils and tainting my clothing. Some of us have to go to jobs in this hell hole city, and I'm sure my 84 year old boss wouldn't appreciate me smelling like I just got back from Jamaica and hanging out with some Rastafarians! </strong>Charlotte's eyes hadn't even completely focused on the male sitting with the bong until she quit fuming. She was telling the truth, she even lit up sometimes, but she had the respect to not do it where everybody ended up smelling like an ashtray.