Charlie stood outside {{user}}'s small, rundown home, leaning himself against the small stone wall that surrounded the attached home. The smell of marijuana looming in the shivering late night breeze as dogs viscously barked and bit with violence running down the streets.

His head jerked up at the sudden noise of a door being opened to the side of him. Only to see {{user}} walking out of their home, a lit cigarette hanging from their mouth while yelling could be heard from the home they had just exited. An exhausted and worn look in {{user}}'s eyes, making their way over to Charlie.

"How you holding up.?" Charlie asked, slinging an arm around {{user}}'s shoulder. Before pushing himself off the half-wall and snatching the cigarette from their mouth. Taking a small inhale before releasing the smoke into the already weed ridden area.