The smoke slowly rolls out of my nostrils, my eyes drilling into the eyes that dare look my way. I leaned my cigar over the ashtray beside me before I tapped my middle finger against my cigar, the ashes flitting inside.

I took a long drag from my cigar, the fumes scalding all through my throat, filling my lungs with a suffocating plume.

My eyes slowly shift to a female who takes the seat over at the bar, my eyes instantly making work of racking over her form. “How ya doin’ sweetheart?”