"Those rules might apply to you common folk," Charlotte smirked, though her eyelids were batting in an innocent manner, "But you know my type are entitled to the puff, puff, puff, pass rule," she said, not even sure herself, what she exactly meant by the reference to her type, versus Michaela's. In part, she was probably alluding to how for the moment, she was the cat and Michaela was the mouse in this fun little game of Assassin, so she felt like she had the power to make up her own rules without opposition. Additionally, when she was around her friends, particularly when Jazmyn was around, Charlotte ensued her fair share of teasing about being more of a spoiled rich kid than she liked to admit. She didn't act in a manner that would allow one to perceive her as such, and at least compared to her sister, she was fairly humble and down to earth, but there were some mannerisms that she had that were just instilled in her because of her upbringing and privilege that were hard to break. She disliked when her friends teased her about it because she genuinely didn't believe that there was any truth in that, so sometimes, her way of combating it was to use those lines to her advantage, in an attempt to show them sarcastically, how they weren't true.
She inhaled her second hit while Michaela headed over to the door and before she could mentally attach the shout from outside of the room to Nat's face, the girl was being pulled into the room by Mickey. She exhaled a cloud of smoke before looking to Natalya and offering a smile accompanied by a "Hey, Nat," greeting. She allowed herself that third hit from the joint then, despite knowing that it was against all good stoner manners, before extending her arm with the joint in her hand, to whichever girl wanted to go at it next. When her hand became empty, she slid off of the edge of Makayla's bed and positioned herself on the floor, leaning back to rest some of her weight on one of her hands, while the other hand toyed with her bottom lip absentmindedly. "Who did you get in the game?" she asked the blonde, though her gaze quickly switched over to Michaela as her expression grew into a smile at the remembrance that she had her, and could spring on her at any moment's notice...at least once she got her hands on some post-it notes. "And what about you, my sweet little target?" she said, tilting her head with playful curiosity. "Who am I going to have to go after, after I take you out?"
