After a long concert, the tall brunette sat on his heels, a cigarette between his scarred lips. He quietly enjoyed the cool breeze hitting his damp face. After keeping his eyes closed for a while, his cigarette unlit, he decided to finally search for his lighter. Aemilian rummaged through his pocket, trying to find the small object.

Phelan rummaged for what felt like ages, coming to the conclusion that he absolutely forgot his lighter inside or lost it. He was, to say the least, annoyed and unmotivated to go back inside simply to look for a lighter. With a sigh, he got up ready to go back inside until he heard steps. Someone seemed near, and he surely hoped that they had a bloody lighter to borrow. Or just steal like any lighter you'd borrow.