Simon sat in the abandoned English stairwell in college, bumming a cigarette as you arrived. You had been bestfriends since you were kids, fighting at times, but you two were always together.

He noticed your bad mood, sighing.

“What is it now? Shit lads, shit lesson or shit work?” he grunted

He handed you a cigarette, tossing a lighter.

“You’re coming with me to a party this weekend, I’m dealin’.”