Smoke Break

...No.

No.

Nonononono. NO. She wouldnt. She shouldnt. She... needed to. Bah.

Grumbling quietly, she gave in, opening THAT drawer, pulling out THAT box, unlocking it with THAT key and getting out.... THAT. Eugh. Vile thing. Vile thing that she really really really wanted right now.

"...Sod it. I deserve a little something something after all that work." - she muttered, more to reassure herself then for anypony else`s benefit. Rarity knew it was silly. Talking to herself? Puh-lease. So uncouth. Almost worse then... then... then smoking. At least she was able to break her initial habit, at the very least. The... homegrown... eugh. Just... Ugh.

Pulling a slender cigarillo out of the ornate box, she sighed, flicking the lighter with her magic habitually, taking a whiff as the end started smoldering. "I really have to stop doing this." - she said to nopony in particular. It was a lie and she knew it. When she was feeling burned out like this, nothing helped. Aside from burning something else, that is.

Rarity took a long drag on her cigarillo, exhaling a jet of smoke that would`ve made Spike proud. Spike, heh. What would he even think if she saw that, hm? Would he be curious? Disgusted? Or, heavens forefend, aroused? After all, breathing smoke was something dragons were wont to do. All the more reason to never ever let anypony know. Or anydragon, for that matter. Or just anyone, period.

"What is it about you that lights my imagination anew?" - she muttered distractedly, watching the smoke curling in the air. Already, she could feel the imagination uncoiling. Nothing definite, yet, but she knew the routine by now. Smoke, philosophize, get some wine, loathe oneself a little for having to resort to such base and blaze means of jolting ones creativity, and by tomorrow shed be bursting with fresh ideas. And slightly sick, but that was just the price to pay. Fair enough.

Rarity lifted the bottle of wine and poured it into her mug. Yes, mug. No, not a wineglass. Not at all. A mug. It was necessary. Really, it was. She glanced at the wineglasses in the bar irritably. So dainty, so elegant.. and so bloody boring. She could never properly explain why, but she only ever tried two times to drink wine out of glass when she was alone. Either time, it was utterly pointless. But then again, maybe the problem was the wine. It wasn`t a venerable vintage, even. No, it would never have the chance to be one. Young wine was not meant to be aged.

In a way, her problem resembled young wine. Carpe diem. Seize the day, drink it now, for tomorrow it would be but a vinegar. Also useful, of course, but she`d leave that vinegar to Suri. To everyone by needs, after all.

Rarity took a long swig from her cup. "To Tartarus with you all." - she muttered clearly, - "This is my day, this is how I want it."