“Psst. Sweetcheeks.”

Something tapped on your shoulder, and you had to tilt your head to view the skeleton in the dim light. The bar just got too loud, too crowded. You needed a break from all the drinks and dancing, so you stood with the smokers outside.

“Ya look tense,” Red noted gruffly, extending a hand with a cigarette between two fingers. “Have a smoke. I know ‘s bad for the lungs, or whatever… Don’t got none. Hope it won’t fuck ya up.”