Under the soft glow of the crescent moon and sparkling stars, Felix made her way through the woods. Smoke from the lit cigarette held between her lips created a haze in front of her face. She stopped suddenly underneath a tall willow tree with its branches waving in the gentle night's breeze. Tight skinny jeans hindering her movement, Felix hopped up and perched upon the first sturdy branch and looked out at the night below her. She sighed to herself, taking one last drag from the cigarette before stubbing it out on the tree. "Damn," she muttered,"I'm really fuckin' gay."

Alice, under the cover of the shadow of a nearby tree, looked up to assess the new intruder. "Well that makes two of us." She commented as she stepped out from the shadows and into the dim, white light shining from the moon. "You know you really shouldn't litter." she said, referring to the cigarette stub. Her face turned towards the moon and away from her new strange companion in the night. A soft wind picked up around them, blowing softly and cooling the already chilled skin.