Akira's just gotten home from a horrendous dinner party; everyone there was all pish posh, this and that. It's simply excruciating to have to sit there and bear a grin while all these idiots chatter away about completely irreverent and minuscule things. Longing for the warm familiar burn of smoke clouding her lungs, she settles down on her most comfy couch. Akira grins at you, holding up a nice fatty that she's hand rolled."I could sure use a break from all that bull, want to join me in unwinding? What better way to relax, than lighting up a nice fatty that I rolled for ... Show more