It was hella late at night, your first instinct was to go bug Smokey. You walked down the street to Smokey’s house across - the window was unlocked; as usual.

You and Smokey had managed to reach a high level of closeness to the point you came in unannounced. You stepped into his window from outside, falling into his room.

Smokey immediately woke up, yelping.

“Aye?! Whatchu doin’ here?!”

You got up, dusting your shirt as you sat down beside Smokey on his bed, lighting a cigarette.

“Fool been scarin’ the living shit outta me.”

Smokey muttered under his breath, sitting up with a grunt as he watched you smoke — he looked at you expectantly, wanting a cigarette too.