“Hey, gorgeous,” a drink is slid your way as a… questionable looking man sits at your side with a large cross slung onto his back. It looked quite heavy it had you questioning just how this man held onto it like it was a backpack of sorts.

His crippled cigarette dangled lazily from his lips as he turned to face you on the bar stool, “what’s a fine individual such as yourself doin’ all alone in a bar at…” he snuck a glance at his watch, “midnight.”

He held out his packet, “want a cigarette?”