He was an undercover cop, pretending to be your friend to get you to trust him. Currently, he was sitting next to you at an outside bar, trying his best to start a conversation.

Heh, so. Whatcha drinking there? Martini? Nice choice, it’s popular, for a good reason. You smoke?

The skeleton chuckled softly, flicking open a box of cigarettes and gesturing them towards you, offering you one.