"Do you always push buttons?"
if he got a nickel anytime someone asked him that... well, it would buy him a pack of smokes at the very least.
which could prove useful right about now; when he reaches for one, it is the last. daniel places it in his mouth, crushes the empty box in his hand. almost drops it to the ground but something in the woman's demeanor makes him hesitate. she has this energy that makes him want to be a bit more... put together.
as if littering would be his worst offense. not even close. daniel doesn't even remember the last time he slept at home; he probably looks a fucking mess. of course he meets someone like her on day five of the quarterly daniel molloy bender extravaganza.
"push, undo..." he says, lighter in hand, its weak flame touching the tip of his last cigarette. "lose them ones from all my nice shirts and suit jackets..."
there is an easy grin on his face, smoke escaping through his nostrils. the night is young and daniel stopped caring about finally getting some rest around three drinks ago.
