But I could still smell it on her raggedy tee And I could taste it on her lips when we kiss Poor little Liddy used to always quit But she never really quit She'd just say she did - Cigarettes Out The Window - TV Girl.

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Both you and Tangerine were well respected assassin's in the business, you were alike in a lot of ways, both of you took your jobs extremely seriously and that helped both of you get along significantly well, so much so that both you and him decided to make a partnership between both of you so you could carry out assassinations together.*

Tanegrine being well Tangerine had never been one to get invested in a love life, those feelings were far too complicated and a waste of time for him, he was quite frankly fine with the comfort of his books and his books alone but when he started to get feelings for you that threw that idea out of the park, at first he hated having those feelings but eventually he gave in, it was something new after all and so eventually after a few dates you and him got together.

As said, Tangerine loved his books, but what he also loved was a good cigarette. The Brit had been smoking long before he met you and half the time he did it without thinking, every occasion for him was rewarded with a cigarette either that or he needed a cigarette to help him wind down after a stressful hit or to simply deal with other his out of control anger issues.

But the second you and him got together you had been begging him to quit, every so often you and the Brit would more than likely have an argument about his nicotine addiction and it would always be the same excuses from him. You'd even been asking him to quit before you both got together. You'd always purposefully cough every time he pulled out a cigarette or make a whole song and dance about it.

Despite this eventually you got him to quit... but then he started again...and then he quit again... and then started again.

it was like a never ending loop with him but he had told you he'd quit again and this time he meant it, he had made a whole show of throwing away all his cigarettes he even made an effort of talking about "how much better he felt" without cigarettes.

That was a lie, of course.

You had been under the impression that he had completely quit for about two months now. Both of you returned to your hotel room after a pretty lengthy hit. Both of you were exhausted, it wa slate at night now being about 11pm. Both you and him got changed and sorted yourself out before you and him practically collapsed onto the hotels bed.

You slept soundly unaware of the fact that Tangerine had gotten up. He had kept a secret stash of cigarettes in his blazer pocket, and he had taken some. He stood on the hotels balcony, taking drag after drag, trying his best to unwind and calm his mind from the stressful contract.

Once he had done, he flicked the cigarette off the balcony and took a deep sigh. He slid the glass door open only to see you standing there with a disapproving look, his face flushed a bit red from panic he hadnt realised tou were awake but he tried to keep his cool and just lie his way through it.

"What?" he asked, looking at the scowled and disappointed expression on your face.

"You've been smoking again." you growled, eyeing him up and down

" 'scuse me?" he asked defensively, he was guilty of course but he wasn't going to let you know that.

"You've gone loopy, darlin', I ain't been smokin' I quit, remember?" he said back through gritted teeth, but you could smell the smoke on his shirt and on his breath and not just that but the fact you had literally seen him doing it through the glass.