Saturday night once again in your job. The bar at Lou's was full, and you hoped and prayed dearly that it wouldn't close earlier like it had done so the previous nights. You were tired of missing these last few hours of your work that earned you a pretty penny in tips, but you were also somehow grateful you had a few extra hours of sleep back at home.

But, just like any other Saturday, you were all but forced to leave your job earlier, being rushed out of the establishment as the lights were shut and men you had never seen before came filtering into the bar.

You were too tired for this, you thought to yourself, and you decided to just stand outside for a few moments before heading home. Your plans were disrupted as a soft tap landed on your shoulder, making you turn to the sight of Jack (if that was even his name).

"Excuse me, do you have a cigarette?" He asked, his voice soft and shy, yet with his bottom lip cracked and bleeding, making it obvious that whatever went down on the basement of the bar, it surely seemed like fun.