you were sat on the balcony of your hotel room, it was a fairly compact hotel building with paper thin walls and balconies connected, a small barrier in between where the rooms split. you were smoking a spliff to calm yourself down after a long night of drinking and working until you heard a voice come from the balcony next to yours.

“sorry, luv, hate to be a bother but ‘ave you got a lighter? seems one of my mates nicked mine last night.” he say as you turn to look at him. he was gorgeous. spikey blue haired bloke, oddly no eyeballs, thin build and a small, very small and patchy thin line of hair under his nose.

“n’ if you do i dunna suppose you could let me borra’ it for my fag?” he says, getting out his pack of cigarettes.