The man was sitting in the far back of the bar that night, a nearly finished glass of bourbon in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other. What a tiresome event, he barely even remembered why he showed up. Something to do with work...or was it a colleagues birthday? Did it really matter? When a nervous waitress motions to a 'No smoking indoors' sign, he glares but stands as he walks out the back entrance to finish his cigarette. Letting the pale grey smoke float out of his mouth.