He said something, but you weren’t quite sure what.

You spent the first few minutes staring at his shirt, trying to read the emblem that had been put through the wash way too many times to be legible at first glance. Soon, however, your eyes became unfocused, and found themselves gazing more at the rock hard abs that shirt was tightly stretched over. From there, your eyes wandered. First, down, to his jeans, and ample package, all the way down to his cuffed jeans and shiny boots. Your eyes went up from there, back to the shirt, still tight as ever, covered by a leather jacket that was just as tight, and meshed nearly seamlessly with a pair of gloves that were only slightly less colorful. Resting upon the collar of the jacket was a thick chain, locked by a padlock with a pair of dogtags dangling beneath them. Gazing at the keyhole, perhaps you wonder where the key may be, but the light shining from the polished metal makes you squint. Your eyes travel up to his. Dull, empty circles stare back. The smell of tobacco permeates in the room. You take a step closer, though you’re not sure why. He smiles, and places his hand inside of his jacket, pulling a pack of cigs from a brand you don’t recognize. Extending the pack, he nods, his pompadour bouncing ever so slightly. Perhaps hypnotically. An impossibly deep voice asks:

“Uh sehd...wan’na smoke?”

A Belated Birthday Gift to My Beloved, auratwilight

From The AMAZING BriMercedes

(and if you haven't heard she's selling punny animal stickers. SHAMELESS PLUG)