Snippet #2542618

'Lumberjack kind of look.' The phrase had made Red laugh out loud, the girl didn't know just how right she was. "Believe it or not I cut wood for a living, hell I'm a regular Paul Bunyon." Red joked as he pointed at the hat that sat atop his head, his finger pointing at the faded red words 'Wood Chuck Inc' stitched atop a little ax.

He found himself absent mindidly nodding along with her as she continued to speak. As he listened his right hand found its way inside the front pocket of his flannel shirt, a pack of Marlboro Reds quickly appearing in his hand. Quickly popping a cigarette into his mouth he proceeded to light the thing with a quick 'Flick" and a "Swish" of an old beat up zippo he had pulled from seemingly out of nowhere. After a particularly long drag off his newly lit cigarette he let the dull gray smoke spill from his mouth, the thick smell of tobacco filling the air around them. A quick skillful shake of his hand was all it took for two or three cigarettes to slightly protrude from the pack he still held in his hand, which he then wordlessly offered to Sam. He was clearly inviting her to a cigarette.

"In all honesty lady Ive lost track, probly been growin this thing a couple years atleast. Kinda just forget its there at this point. As for the alchohol helpin, hell, if that were the case I think I'd be so hairy id look like a damn werewolf at this point." He finally said in response to her question, taking another drag off his cigarette he quickly spoke up again. "So yall from around here?" He asked, nodding his head in the direction of her sisters. "I ask on account of havein not seen any of you around before, aint to big of a town, ya know?"