Neverwinter Forest cigarettes and tiny liquor bottles

The girl paid absolutely no attention to his banter, which might have disappointed Dash had she not immediately begun questioning him about Cyclone, shifting his attention completely. 

"My boss? No way! We're all just hanging out." More questions, coming in faster than Dash could answer them. "She wants us to be a pack, and I guess we could be if we had more people." Dash scoffed at her final question. "Cyclone doesn't need a guard, she can take care of herself. We all can. We're just hanging out for fun. Most of us are the kinda people that don't fit into other packs. It's, uh.. not as strict here." 

Dash shrugged at the apology. She seemed normal enough to him. "Dash," he returned simply. His characteristic, roguish grin broke out across his features, sparking up his apple-green eyes. "Think you could be one of us, Tuya?"