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The balcony was occupied when Junna walked out onto it. She considered finding somewhere else, but the cool night air and the way the noise of everyone inside cut off neatly was too tempting for her to resist. She sighed, and the figure turned around.
The up-and-coming director-actress, practiced grace baked into even just her turning around, cigarette hanging from her mouth. Daiba Nana, was it? Junna knows she's right. At this stage of life, she has basic info on every relevant person in this industry memorized.
Those relevant people all happen to be inside Tendou's condo right now. She sighs, rubbing at her temple and slinging the coat draped over her arm back on, warding off the cool night air. She walks up to join the blonde curiously looking at her, shaking her own cig out of the box in her coat. Doe eyes. Pretty cute. The girl takes her cigarette with her neatly manicured fingers and blows out smoke.
Her voice is sweet, too, smooth and full. "Hoshimi-san... right? I'm a big fan of your work," she smiles. It's an impressive thing, her sunny beam lighting up the city night, as practiced as it is. "Needed a break from the get-together inside?"
Junna's patting herself down for her lighter. Huh. She could've sworn she had it when she walked out of her house... "Mhm," she hums absentmindedly around her unlit cigarette. "Been in too long, you know, only here because Tendou's an old friend," She can't find it. "Hey, mind if I borrow a light?"
The girl is staring at her, eyes wide and sparkling, as she speaks, and she perks up when addressed. "Yeah, of course!" She fumbles in her purse for it. It's a standard BIC lighter, yellow to match her... whole thing going on. She's a little surprised when Daiba doesn't just hand it to her, but leans over and flicks it under her cig, the other hand cupping it from the wind. It doesn't spark. The blonde tries again a few more times, then flushes to the tips of her ears. "Ah, I'm... out of fluid, I think..."
"Let me try," she mumbles, and wraps her hand around Daiba's, flicking the switch. The girl goes strangely still underneath her palm. Damn. It really is out of fluid. She sighs and takes the cig out of her mouth, intending to just give up. Tendou's been telling her to quit for the sake of her voice, anyways.
"Wait," Daiba says softly. "Let me..." She uses the hand that was blocking the wind to lift Junna's hand holding the cig back up to her mouth. She goes with the motion, intrigued. The girl leans in, carefully lining up the butts of their cigarettes, holding still until Junna's is lit. They make eye contact, Junna's heart beating loud and strong in her chest.
This girl has to be at least 10 years younger than her- early or mid twenties, definitely, she can't remember- shit.
Daiba leans back to blow smoke into the wind, away from Junna. Strangely polite given her audacity just now. She's definitely blushing, which makes her look incredibly, deceivingly, innocent. She takes a drag, hand in pocket, scrutinizing the blonde.
Junna clears her suddenly dry throat. "I'll cut to the chase, Daiba-san," she says. "You're aware I'm much older than you, yes? By all means, I shouldn't be approving of your..." she eyes the girl. She's leaning into her every word. "...advances."
There's a brief pause. It feels more like she's acting in a scene, which is usually why she hates these events, but here... it feels like she's freshly stumbled into the world of acting again. It's thrilling. It really shouldn't be.
"You know, Hoshimi-san," she says conversationally, tinged with playfulness. She's had mischief in her eyes since Junna came out onto the balcony. "I became a fan of yours after a scene like this, smoking on a moody balcony. You were a massive influence on me entering the world of entertainment, I was just so jealous of that other actress... ah, anyways..."
An incredulous grin starts tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Don't tell me you started smoking because of me," she starts.
"That's a secret, Hoshimi-san," Daiba's smile is like a distant streetlamp, cutting through the haze. "Well... it's a little embarassing, but a cigarette kiss with you has always... been a bit of a fantasy of mine. I really hope you don't mind."
"I really should mind," Junna murmurs, leaning into Daiba's space, like two practiced dancers.
The girl continues smiling at her, taking every scrap Junna feeds her. "Are you terribly against, Hoshimi-san, fulfilling another dream of mine?"
"I shouldn't be condoning girls like you dreaming about middle-aged women like me, you know." Smoke drifts lazily with her words.
Daiba seems, endearingly enough, genuinely giddy. Junna's feeling a very dangerous urge to spoil her. "We can take our time with this one... well- for a hint- it's what happens later in this particular movie of yours."
Junna takes a moment to sift through her scenes in her head, humming. "That's a little broad, Daiba-san."
"Is it alright if we chat until you remember, Hoshimi-san? I'd hate to waste a fresh smoke..."
...Ah, what a minx, this one. She wants...
Junna takes her cig and shakes the ash off it, watching Daiba's blown out pupils follow every flake. "Sure. I don't mind."