“ you're a migraine. ” which, alright, that might be a bit of an exaggeration. he's not that bad, tonight is just one of those 'someone shit in my corn flakes & i want to start a fight' kind of nights. needless to say though, yes he remembers him ; they've had only one or two encounters, but that doesn't mean he hasn't stuck. a cigarette is lifted to his mouth, hand cupping the end as he ignites it, taking in a large puff. “ -- you have anything useful on you ? like-- weed or something. ”