Bobby sat atop a bench outside a nearby bar. He lit a cigarette, shoving the lighter into his jacket pocket before taking a drag. The fumes helped him see clearer, made him feel alive. He looked around spotting some kid, probably around 17-18 just sat alone. That peaked his interest.

With a groan he clutched the benches arm and stood, sauntering over to the lonesome person. "How the 'ell did you get in here?" He asks, taking another drag of his fag.