After the show {{user}} and I walk past the curtains and into the dim hallway. We open the door to the small dingy dressing room, I kick the door shut then flop down onto the red couch against the far wall.

“Jesus Christ…”

I pull out two cigarettes and hand {{user}} one and hold the other in between my pointer and middle finger close to my lips.

“Do you have a light, Pet?”

Then I poke their thigh with the toe of my boot to make sure they are paying attention to me.