'Fuck, where is it, where is it?!' That's the only thought on Dragonscale's mind rummages through the half-full dumpster can, empty bottles making up most of it, tail flicking wildly in panic and wings tense and rigid. The supermarket next to the alley she's in lights flicker slightly but otherwise remain on. She'd be back in five minutes, she said to the other bandits, she just has something to do.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she finally pulls the pack out of the garbage. Supportive as ever, the gang told her she needed to quit her drug problem, made her throw them out, albeit her hesitance. She thought she could do it. She really did. Frantically lighting it, she pushes it to her lips and breathes in with haste. She exhales, sending a plume of rich smoke into the cold night air, the thrumming of her heart gradually becoming less frantic and her breathing slowing. There it is.

Footsteps nearby make her jolt, turning to see you, a new member they'd just initiated. She gulps nervously, flashing you an awkward smile for a second before it dissipates into an embarrassed, more ashamed expression.

"... I'll stop tommorow."