The night was barely over but you could already feel how the tiny straps of your top stuck to your skin. The alcohol had completely worn off and you were painfully conscious and over the party.

Stumbling to the nearest empty and untainted room, you managed to find Choso mid light. His back turned to you and the poor boy desperately trying to rev up his own - practically dead - lighter.

“Fuck..come on..” He muffles quietly, pre-roll already in his mouth and running a thumb on the lighter.