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Billie didn’t smoke. Not really, not unless she was drunk enough to say yes to a few drags when offered – knew the taste, but her voice was already husky enough, why chance it? offered up with a smile each time.

So. Billie didn’t smoke, not really, but she always had a lighter on her – hefty little Zippos that were warm against her thigh, or, like today, cold inside her little black purse. She’d stepped out for a breather, the cold breeze nipping at the hem of her dress a welcome thing.

She spotted someone patting down their pockets, and sauntered over, like a patron saint of smokers, dressed in all black.

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Things had been going pretty well and Jack thought he’d take a chance and spend the night with the rest of the crew at the pub. Normally he only occasionally popped his head in, but between the numerous nights he’d spent with Kaylyn instead of out, and his talk with the lawyer, he thought it would be good to spend more time with everyone and make sure his face was known. Jack said his hellos and headed to the bar noticing Ryan grabbing a drink for himself. “’ey mate. How goes it?” He asked with a smile before ordering a pint.