The evening was warm and Intae rather would spend it outside the pub than in, so once he was done with his performance he rushed out to smoke. It was his suppose to be getaway. Everyone should think he is just going for a few minutes and coming back, and about taking the backpack, well... just for ciggs, yeah... Not going to happen. Once he stepped out of the pub, three girls followed him asking too many questions at one time. He could feel his head pounding so he sipped more beer in, trying to make them seem like a normal calm tone of talking. He was nodding and in between answering all the shitty questions he was sighing, almost whining for freedom an peace. Normally three girls would be a pleasure, but this time he would like just one that wouldn't ask questions, preferably she would talk and he would listen.
Losing hope his evening will be saved, he lighted up his cigg and inhaled the smoke, puffing them out to the sky. Someone save me-- he prayed.
