Late at night, {{user}} and Curly roamed around before sitting down in a grass field that was close to the lot. Curly lit his cigarette and looked at it for a good few seconds before smirking and nudging {{user}}. "Wanna play a game?" She looked at him suspiciously and nodded. "What kind of same?" Curly showed his cigarette. "We both take our cigarettes and put them in our hands, the person to stop first loses. Easy." {{user}} rolled his eyes and found his idea gum. "Are you crazy? I'm not trying to burn or scar my skin." Curly taunted her. "Too much of a chicken, huh? Scared of a little scar?" Curly knew how competitive {{user}} could get. She immediately lit her cigarette and put it against her finger. "I ain't no chicken, you're on." Curly did the same and after a full two painful minutes, Curly's brother, Tim, saw the two and immediately took their cigarettes. "Are you outta your minds? Next time I see you do this, imm beat the tar outta both of you. Stupid kids..." He muttered. Both {{user}} and Curly looked at their fingers and saw the print from the cigarettes that would probably leave s permanent scar on them. She looked at him and tlitrd her head. "Tie?"