Forgoing her meditation, Lucy stood and looked at the passed out, most likely hungover, dragon slayer snoring away in her hotel room. Tears threatening to fall. "Why Laxus? Why couldn't you just tell me the whole truth that morning in your office?" She internally lamented. Grabbing her fluffy bathrobe from her luggage, Lucy threw it on and quietly padded into the sitting area in her massive suite. There was a fresh pot of coffee just waiting for her from the fancy programmable coffee maker that each of the high end suites contained. She poured herself a steaming cup and looked for her purse. After finding it under her autumn weight coat, she pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lighter. Lucy proceeded out on to the balcony. The blonde celestial summoner was greeted with the most amazing view of Crocus. Setting her coffee on the thick stone railing, she drew a long white cigarette out of the pack. This was a habbit she picked up ling before her entanglement with Laxus. It was first a way to rebel against her father and the pressures of high society, but now, it was a vice she relished when things became too emotionally stressful. She'd been weaning herself off of them for awhile, but she knew this high stress weekend wouldn't afford her the chance to quit for good just yet. She lit the it and drew in a smokey breath. Watching the smoke swirl as she exhaled, then taking a sip of the bitter hot bean juice, she began to get lost in the memories of her, his, their past. The night it fell apart. "Natsu... always stiring up trouble... always searching for adventure... Why that specific quest? Gildarts couldn't complete, what made you think we should try? We did succeed where so many other had failed, but the 100 year quest would change us all."
