The bar was packed, loud music and a lot of drinks, it was the best time for a cigarette, she felt her pockets looking for the familiar little box
right, she was ran out of them the day before
she whine in a low voice and sank down on the table
"what is wrong darling?" The mayor asked next to her
"I'm out of cigarettes"
They looked around "maybe I can get some, there is a smoking area over there, I could ask for one for you"
"bad idea cupcake, they won't give you one even out of pity"
"oh you have already asked them for one?" she asked mockingly
She snorted and looked away, she was about to open a portal and turn around when she saw that they were already touching the shoulder of one of the men in a leather jacket
they wouldn't give them one
she had already asked once and the bastards shameless told her, with cigarette in hand, that they "didn't smoke", filthy, dirty, fuckin-
the mayor, sitting back next to her, cut Macaque's thinking and, with a big smile, handed her a cigarette. She snatched it from their hand right away and pulled her lighter out of her pocket, only to realize that the cigarette was written on
"hey, are you sure you don't want it? It has a phone number"
the mayor looked at her confused
"it's, you know, a way of flirting" the other opened their eyes in surprise and looked in the direction of the man who had given them the cigarette
"I didn't know that. why they do it?"
Macaque took a second to think "you give them the cigarette with your number and if they're interested they'll call you" she tried it a few times, it didn't work
"and if you are not interested?"
"you just give it back or smoke it" the mayor nodded and pulled a purple lighter out of their pocket
"I don't smoke, but you can do it for me, darling" they placed the cigarette in her mouth and lit it
after her first drag, macaque put her lighter in a portal, placed her hand in their's on the table and sat closer "anyway, I saw you were wearing a new lipstick"
"yep" they kissed her cheek "it won't bleed through"