Lefty being the nictoine addict that he was, he was pretty much always smoking or talking about smoking. It was something that everyone had heard at least once. The Greasers especially.

Down one of the trails off of New Coventry, Lefty was sitting on one of the benchs with you beside him. Smoking as he typically would be. Between the both there was a silence that he was enjoying. Not to mention, no was around, and it was late at night. Just under the stars.

Just him and someone he liked to hang around. It was perfect.

"Hey—?" He suddenly asked as he leaned back into the bench. He had the familar pack of cigarettes he used in his hand, but instead of just taking it he was offering it. The last one, "—You want it?"