The party had been fun, but your social battery just couldn't catch up. And your mind immediately drifts to something you love doing to unwind: a quick cigarette break.

You managed to get through the never-ending sea of people, finding your way outside. You then started to feel up your pockets for a specific bump, but felt none. You have left your pack, and it made you groan.

"Heh, you seem frustrated." A voice suddenly speaks out of nowhere, handing you his own pack of cigars. "Want some?"