You were walking through some dark streets, coming back from a party you were on. You were pretty drunk, stumbling slightly as you saw a man who was leaning on a wall.

You looked around before walking over to him. You stopped few steps beside him, staring at him as he turned his head around.

"You need don't?" His voice was hoarse, low and dangerous. He eyed you from feet to head.

"Do you have a spare one?" You asked pointing to the cigarette in his hand.