Sander sides one shots

Prinxiety - Cigar Smoke (Part 1)

Warning: Smoking obviously, small mention of drinking, bars.

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Her sense of smell was completely faultered as it was totally consumed by the smoke that ripped though the air. The burnt pieces of ash floated lifelessly though the once clean atmosphere at the disgusting bar she at. People of all binary code had come for shameful adult entertainment with cigarettes hanging out their drunk and slurred lips and Ro was the singer who gave exactly that.

As well as the unfortunate recipient of all that smoke.

Her lungs burnt as all the pent up smoke that had been building up over the course of the night, voice dusty and rusty from that and all the singing she was required to do. It hurt to breathe from all involuntary smoking she was yet to recover from before her next singing. She seeked refuge in an alleyway, feeling her shoulders untense as clean air entered her lungs.

Her relaxation was cut short however as she heard the door into the alleyway creak open. Her shoulders tensed and spun around quickly to avoid being snuck up on, wincing as her painstakingly high heels stabbed into her feet. You couldn't take any chances in this town. However, instead of being put at gun point like what she had had feared, there was but another woman.

She didn't seem at all surprised by the paranoia or even show any signs she believed it was misplaced. Weather that was because she also understood the grime of the town or because she was one of the disgusting murders Ro was so afraid of remained unspoken. But what was spoken made a shiver go up her spine as she broke into a nervous sweat. "Relax princess, just out for a hit."

Princess.

Something about the nickname made red flags swing violently in her head.

However Ro forced herself to relax. She knew better than to show fear when she felt it if she could help it at all. She let herself finally take in the women's appearance. Obviously she was in some sort of mafia from the way she dressed and held herself. Which was much to Ro's dismay as she had specifically gone out of her way to avoid those people by going into the cold despite being in the revealing dress she herself was forced to wear.

The woman was, on the other hand, dressed rather conservatively, making Ro slightly jealous she didn't the choice to also up a bit of skin. She wore a black tux that fell rather carelessly across her thin but tall frame which clued her into the fact that she didn't care much for her appearance and had simply thrown her outfit together just before she had left.

Her purple button up undershirt was crinkled and her black tie was positioned around the back of her neck and Ro couldn't help but wonder if she arrived at the bar like that. Her black hair was in a messy pixie hair cut and her insanely pale skin much contrasted to it. Her eyes were eye catchingly purple and there was some sort of charcoal smudged underneath them which successfully made her more imitating looking.

Finally responding, Ro rolled her eyes before bringing them back to the woman to eye her in suspicion. False annoyance displayed in her narrowed, distrustful eyes. "Why bother? Everyone's already puffing smoke in there anyway." The term 'All the world's a stage' became very true, the familiar sassy and confident persona was plastered on immediately as it usually was in these situations.

That honestly wasn't bothered, what bothered her was the feeling of insecurity that filled her just by looking at her. The woman shrugged, holding out a cigar pack for her to take if she wanted. "You want one?" Ro grimaced at the sight of those disgusting things that had been tortured her vocal cords for the past decade she had spent singing in those awful bars.

"Hard pass." She declined the offer almost immediately with no hesitation, even raising her hand to push it away. Ro hated the involuntary smoke she was forced to inhale in the shady bars she sang at and would never of willingly inflicting onto her own lungs. She felt as though she drowning in the foul smoke whenever she entered one of the bars.

She held a slight fear that the dangrous woman would do when she declined the cigarette, not trusting her with all of her being. However, she simply shrugged and lit her own that lay lazily between her fingers. "Fair enough, it is a bad habit to get into." Contradicting her previous statement, she pressed the disgusting cigar to her lips, getting ready to take a long puff of it.

She inhaled it's intoxicating smoke and allowing the poisonous smoke to travel to her lungs. The black puff exited her mouth as she pulled the dangrous killer away from her lips. Ro held back a choked cough for oxygen as the black mist swirled from her mouth and cigar, spreading though the once clean air the alleyway contained. "Besides, wouldn't want to burn out those lovely bag pipes now."

Ro forced a smile as she realized what she was referencing and what exactly that meant for the rest of their interaction. The women was talking about her vocal cords and she heard her singing which meant she had seen  her act and the part Ro played on stage. That explained why she was still talking to her, she was most likely wanting, excepting something in return for conversation.

The problem though was as stated previously the way Ro acted on stage was that, just an act. A character would be more accurate I suppose. That was definitely a problem if that was the women's intention. She chuckled lightly, the cigar swirled to the other side of her mouth, Ro being reminded of the dreadful thing in her mouth. "The only thing that would be worse for em is if someone ripped your vocal cords out."

At her own 'humorous' comment, she howled with laughter. Her knees buckled as she almost appeared to nearly fall to her knees from the hilarity she somehow found in the threatening dark humored joke. If you could even call it that. How she found such a disturbing comment so amusing, Ro couldn't understand. Uneasiness filled her soul as if she was really safe in the alleyway.

But she didn't want to assume her own unsafety so quickly.

However, having her guard up and excepting the worse had never steered her wrong. In fact, it had saved her life countless times or at least her self respect and dignity. She sighed. Ro could remember when she saw hope for the world and for all the disgusting people that surrounded her. But she knew better now and how childish that thought really was in the depressing context of her city.

Getting over her laughing fit, the mob boss looked up to see Ro very unamused, if a little frightened by the joke and the amusement the other women held for it. The smirk disappeared from her face as she took another huff of smoke, it dissipating the cold night air as she exhaled it into the air. The smoke from the women's cigarette pained Ro's lungs immensely.

Her throat closed up slightly as it entered into her breathing. She had come out here to escape that dreadful smoke and now someone was smoking right next to her. She swore, smoke was going to be the death of her.

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1254 words.

Very, very loosely based a undertale fan comic called Sooner or Later, you will be mine.