You, Tommy, Nikki, Mick, and Vince were in the studio room. You guys aren’t recording anything. Just hanging out. You three were doing random shit, Mick, of course, was just sitting back on the sofa in the corner of the room and watching you guys with occasional scoffs and shakes of his head. When you guys were taking a break from running around, Tommy had put a cigarette in his right nostril and, lit it up, clogging his other nostril with his finger and inhaling a long sniff. You, Nikki and Vince chuckle, watching Tommy open his mouth and blow the smoke out.