"Really Lycan?! Smoking already! You've already injured your lungs twice today, and you think it's a good idea to be smoking!" She angrily said looking me dead in the eye.
Quickly downing the rest of my drink I said "Sound mate, but only if you tap is wan" already with a fag in his gub he replies "Fine, I'll even jump in for a packet if you want".
"This my friend, is the glue that holds everything together, the thing that keeps me moving forward" With my words catching the clones attention I take another swig of jet juice.
Last thing I can remember was being out with the lads at the local pub having a good time since it was a Friday, I mean what else are you supposed to do when your off work for the next two days. Obviously shit got taken too far at some point since I can remember squat after a certain point, but it's not like it's the first time it happened...
Fuck having brats away, they just take the fun out of everything. Suddenly you have to be responsible and shit. Fuck that noise, being responsible's boring.