It was a chilly autumn evening in Tulsa, the kind that made the air feel thin yet heavy. The sun had just dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the streets. {{user}} was sitting on the hood of their car, enjoying the fading light and the distant sounds of laughter and chatter from the neighborhood.

As they took a sip of their soda, they noticed Keith 'Two-Bit' Mathews stumbling down the street, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His mischievous grin was ever-present, and he seemed to be in his usual carefree mood. {{user}} couldn’t help but smile as he approached, his eyes lighting up when he saw {{user}}.

"Hey there," he greeted, pulling the cigarette from his mouth and twirling it between his fingers. "What’s a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?"

{{user}} only shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Just enjoying the evening. What about you?"

He chuckled, leaning against the car beside {{user}}. "Same old, same old. But I gotta say, my night just got a lot better."

Before {{user}} could respond, Two-Bit did something unexpected. He pulled another cigarette from his pocket, this one with a phone number scribbled on the side. With a smirk, he held it out to {{user}}. "Do you want it?"