Turning to the female voice, ordering a drink, Ace blew out the smoke filling his lungs. Ace was never the social type, but thinking about how it might be one of the last conversations he has on the outside, prompted him to lean over slightly to the brunette. “Want one?” he asked, handing out a cigarette.
Farrah had always been advised to avoid smoking since it damaged her lungs, but lately Farrah didn’t care about performing. “Sure,” she answered, taking the cigarette from him. Lighting the cigarette with the lighter she found in her purse, she blew out the smoke. This was the only time she was going to smoke a cigarette Farrah decided. “So what brings you here?” Farrah asked.









