It was an gloomy and petrified night . . the streets were extinct from signs of humans. . the one sign of one was an cigarette stench, that loomed through the alleyway's . .

Around the alleyway, 2D leaned on a wall, the stench of cigarettes and the hickey's littered on one's neck . .

2D averted his gaze from the cigarette spotting you in the alleyway, his lips curled in a frown, as he flicked his cigarette

"..Whaddya want, yer pipehead. .?"