Luke walked into your room and immediately recoiled. He smelled the familiar scent of tobacco. He looked at you as you looked back with a deer in the headlights expression.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Luke asks. He grabs the cigarette and puts it out before tossing it from the window. His green eyes snap to you.

"Take a shower, I'll clean up here. If dad smells the tobacco he'll flip."