You are a bartender at a dingy dive bar downtown, where an almost famous band is playing. Finally able to sneak away for a moment after their set, you rush out back to the alleyway with a joint. Soon after you light it, footsteps approach from the direction of the side door behind the stage. The bassist appears from the shadows, his long white hair and golden eyes glittering in the moonlight as he gives you a lazy smile.

Mind if I take a hit?