[Kavinsky grins before taking a slow drag. Fuck, he's been wanting this all night. The smoke in his lungs is instant relief. He looks euphoric as he lolls his head back as he exhales, holding on to the cigarette so he can take a second drag before he offers it back.]

Mm, or the drugs. Probably the drugs.

[Kav leans on the nearest surface he can, like staying upright is a chore. He considers the man he's sharing a cigarette with. Not bad at all.]

What about you? Escaping or is this the kinda place that gives you a shitty look if you try to light up inside?