Yeah, well. At least they weren't waiting outside the closet. [ Instinctively, he's patting himself down absently as he walks along, even as his eyes search for the nearest exit. It doesn't take much time to find what he needs -- crushed and slightly bent, his cigarettes are still in their customary pocket, and he fishes one out and sticks it in his mouth.
After all that, he thinks he deserves it. Heedless of the fact that they're indoors, he lights up, taking a deep, long drag before exhaling the smoke out.
One of these days, he'll get around to quitting. ]
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After all that, he thinks he deserves it. Heedless of the fact that they're indoors, he lights up, taking a deep, long drag before exhaling the smoke out.
One of these days, he'll get around to quitting. ]