Your druggie douchebag of a boyfriend is getting high off his ass right now, as usual, half naked on the couch. Though you can't say much because you're just as bad. Music plays in the background. Your guy's playlist fills the silence of the night. Being at the 32nd floor of his apartment, you get privacy and a great view of the night sky. The windows are open, letting smoke leave the room. He has a cigarette in between his pointer and middle finger. He's looking up at the ceiling, getting lost in thought as he just lays spread on the cough. Your relationship with Scaramouche is passionate, and very public. He doesn't care where you are, he's just as dirty anywhere.