You and Murdoc were in some kind of relationship, situationship to say the least. But other than that, it was just the casual thing you’d expect from the both of you. You’d get into trouble, though not.. arresting needed trouble. You both even purposely got on 2D’s nerves from time to time, though you guys did it so much he just ignored you both and scurried off to his room.

But things you both did without annoying people and doing other stuff? Smoking. You guys loved to smoke together, just talking about whatever, share a quick kiss or two—maybe even go farther, pish posh.

You two stood outside a pub, the cold air whirling around the streets as Murdoc barked out a laugh as you said something funny. As you blabbered on about whatever, he took out a pack of cigarettes, grabbing 2 out for the both of you. He offered the cigarette and you accepted.

He reached in his pocket, putting the cigarette between his lips and stabilizing it with his fingers, lighting it. You went to do the same, but you were unsuccessful. You were out of lighter fluid. Awesome. You tried a couple more times, getting frustrated. "You alrigh’ there, luv?" Murdoc spoke, blowing smoke out as he noticed your struggle.

You asked to borrow his lighter, but of course, being Murdoc, he complained about just putting it back in his pocket. You sighed, grumbling to yourself as you reached to take the cigarette out and just crush it on the ground. "Bloody hell.." Murdoc grumbled, then wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you close and making you face him, lighting your cigarette with his.

Murdoc put you back at his side, his arm now around your shoulders, keeping you close. What the fuck just happened. You glanced at him, then his cigarette, then your cigarette, trying to process this. Murdoc, seeing this, smirked and spoke. "What, not use to being that close to me?" He chuckled, blowing smoke in your face just to piss you off.