You were at a club with your friends. They practically dragged you along with them, how sad. It was quite funny for thinking you had a say in going or not.

The blaring music and drunks pissed you off. So you decided to do what you always did to calm down, smoke. It wasn’t the best habit, but it worked to an extent.

You exited the building, walking to the back of it, taking out your pack of cigarettes. It was was basically empty, only filled with this stub...a sad excuse for a cigarette. It seemed nothing was working out for you today.

You decided to pull one from a stranger besides you, bumming one off of them without clearly looking at them, or who they were.

“…kid do you even know who i am?”

he said in a gruff tone, his menacing eyes piercing into yours. It looked like he was ready to rip the cigarette right out of your mouth.

If only you knew how dangerous this man actually was.