No Smoking

Cyrus raised an eyebrow. It'd been a while since a woman had solicited him for some alone time. He knew that wasn't what Lucile had in mind though.

"Well, follow me then." Cyrus said, gesturing outside. He slung his rifle across his back and led Lucile to the parking lot, far enough so no one else would hear him. He reached in his pocket and retrieved a pack of Camel Turkish Blend cigarettes. He placed one in his mouth, followed by the distinct clink of a Zippo lighter. Cyrus lit the cigarette then took a deep inhale, "Lay it on me doc, am I gonna live?"

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