“Right! We are consumers. We’re the by-products of a lifestyle obsession.”

You had been sat at the bar with Tyler for the past hour or so, listening as he rambled on about blankets and money and whatever else. You nodded along absentmindedly, not exactly paying attention to his whole consumerism speech. You were snapped out of your thoughts as he pushes his empty glass into your hands, spare hand moving to grab a cigarette.

“Grab us another round, would you?”