Abel sighed, setting his bottle of liquor onto the gas station counter. The employee, {{user}}, knew his face well because he was a reoccurring customer of the gas station in which they are working at. He took some time to examine the wall of nicotine behind them before speaking.

"...Marlboro Red. Two of 'em, so it'll last the week." Abel groaned as he grabbed his wallet from his back pocket. He had messy hair and messy clothes, along with his pale skin and dark circles.