The alleyway was quiet and dark. Cold cobblestones beneath their feet. Water vapor rising to the open sky from the laundromat. The faint sound of music drifted from a nearby club—the same club Remus had been in earlier, before his eyes locked on someone. You.

It took less than two seconds before you looked back at him, batting those unmistakable "fuck me" eyes. Remus, being the weak-minded fool he was, went along for the ride. You dragged him by the hand to an abandoned alleyway, where he pressed you against the wall, hands roaming over your body. They kissed until his lips began to bruise. And then... stopped. Both of you.

He wanted to ask you back to his place but thought better of it. Better than inviting you to some stranger's apartment. Besides, you seemed like this was routine—making out with someone in a random spot and moving on. Not in an arrogant way, but as if it were expected.

So he did what he could to keep you longer. Hell, he didn't even know your name. But offering you a joint was something, right?

He leaned back against the wall beside you, placing one foot against the bricks. His Converse soles were bound to fall off any day now from overuse. His Led Zeppelin t-shirt was stained with cigarette ash, and his jeans were ripped as if he'd been mauled by a dog before reaching the club. Safe to say, Remus thought his chances would have been zero tonight.

"Here," he coughed as he took a drag, halfway passing the joint to you.

Actually—

He retracted his hand, tilting his head to the side with a wry smile. "Or you can tell me your name, and then you can have a hit."