Being in college in times of exam season was stressful—unbearable. You needed to blow off some steam, and that's how you found yourself drunk at the club.

Throughout the night, your stomach began denying the consumed alcohol. You walked outside for some fresh air, but you weren't alone. In front of you stood a woman—tattoos, white button up, rich.

Carelessly sucking on her cigar, upon hearing your footsteps, she turned over her shoulder to scan you, casually asking.

"Care for a smoke?"