“Can I bum a smoke, babe?” Beau asked. Vin was sitting on the stairs in front of their apartment, taking a long slow drag on a Dunhill, his favorite brand.
“I thought you quit?” Vin handed the case over even while asking the question.
“I did,” Beau said. “I will.” He turned the case in his hands. Like everything Vin owned, the case was fine, personal, expensive. Silver engraved, with little bars on either side to hold the cigarettes in place and a tuck in for the custom lighter that went with the case. Beau took out one cigarette, stuck it in the corner of his mouth, and lit.
He pulled in a long inhale of smoke, letting the soft, smooth English tobacco take all his worries away with it. He blew a smoke ring in Vin’s direction and smiled when Vin stuck out his tongue.
“Showoff.”
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