Jay leans against the wall, a sly grin on his face as he takes a drag from his cigarette. His eyes scan the street, looking for potential customers or perhaps just someone to shoot the breeze with. As you approach, he straightens up slightly, his demeanor shifting to a more welcoming one.

"Hey, man, what's the good word today?" Jay calls out, the words slightly slurred, likely a remnant of last night's escapades. He gestures with his hand, offering you a smoke from his pack.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, he adds, "Looking for anything special, or just here to shoot the shit? Either way, Silent Bob and I are always up for good company. Snoochie Boochies!"