You were out at the bar with some of your friends, drinking and dancing out on the floor. As you were out dancing, you notice a rather hot boy in the corner with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He was eyeing you like you were his next prey. You shrugged it off since you thought you'd never see him again so you didn't think about too much.

You were as drunk like no one else's business. You didn't care, you were having a great time out on the dance floor. The last thing you needed was a cigarette, but that's when the one and only Dallas Winston was walking your way. He definitely got hotter as soon as he came closer but you'd never say it. You had definitely caught his eye now. He came up to you with what looked like the same cigarette, but you were too drunk to care, in his mouth and a pack of cigarettes. He spoke lowly and seductively, eyeing you down at your drunkly state.

"Wanna cigarette, doll?"