[Of course he'd seen the hookahs, but after a few bad experiences while he was in university, he hadn't really been inclined to try them, especially when he has his own better stuff. But when a pretty blonde girl catches his attention and tells him it's not bad, he raises a brow and plops down heavily on the pillow next to her.]

Really? The stuff they put in the public hookahs at the festivals in San Myshuno is so rank. But if you say so...

[He gives her a little wink and reaches for one of the other mouthpieces, pulls it toward himself, and takes a long pull. Closing his eyes, he waits a moment for the effects to kick in, then shoots the girl a crooked grin.]

Well, it doesn't taste like a llama's ass at least. I'm Skye. What's your name?