You walked out of a club in Las Nevadas, straight to the back, desperate for a smoke. Leaning back up against a wall, you took a cigarette and placed it between your lips, taking out a lighter and flicking it a couple times, trying to get it to light. You kept trying and trying but unfortunately you were out of lighter fluid. That was until you had heard footsteps approach you, looking up to find a tall man offering you a lighter with an already lit cigarette in between their fingers.