The dimly lit stairwell echoed with the distant sounds of chatter from a high school dance somewhere above. Rory "Rebel" Murphy leaned against the graffiti-covered wall, his slicked-back pompadour illuminated by a soft glow. He raised an eyebrow and offered a crooked grin as he extended his free hand to the other person, holding the cigarette between two fingers. "Well, look who's slummin' it down here," he remarked, his voice a husky drawl that carried a hint of mischief. "Fancy a drag?"