Break Bad

Donuts, Coffee, and Cigarettes.

June 12th, 5:31Pm.

"So, do you want this back when you drop me off at home?" Lance asked, grabbing at the zipper of the jacket Keith had given him before their first ride.

"No, it's yours." Keith said simply, leaning against the alley as he lit the cigarette. He hadn't been smoking as much over the last week since he's been hanging out with Lance, but he still did it occasionally, if absentmindedly.

Lance stared at it as if it were a snake.

"What? Scared of the devil's lettuce?" Keith asked through a grin.

Lance's eyes widened more. "Wa-wait, is that....weed?" He whispered the last word, as if Satan would claim him if he said it too loud.

"No, it's just a cigarette." Keith said, finding the man's childish attitude just as endearing as the first time he took him for a ride.

"Oh. Is it... addictive?"

Keith chuckled.
"Only if you have them too often."

Keith leaned his head back against the brick, and Lance checked his phone when it dinged. Lance groaned, and rolled his eyes.

"What?" Keith asked, knowing the answer.

"My parents. They installed this tracker on my phone, and it notifies me whenever they check my location."

Keith wasn't sure if he wanted to vomit, laugh, or groan. So he instead held out the cigarette to Lance. Lance hesitated, then his phone dinged again. He rolled his eyes, and put away his phone, taking the cigarette.
He stared at it for a moment, and began to bring it to his mouth.

Keith grabbed his wrist.
"No, dumbass. That's the wrong end."

"Oh." Lance turned it around, and inhaled a puff.

"Not too much, and don't breath it all the way-"

Too late. Lance began coughing, and bent forward as he coughed out more puffs of smoke.
"That....tastes like shit." Lance mumbled, handing it back to Keith.

Keith smirked. "Well yeah, it's not about the taste. And I'm pretty sure you didn't do it right."

Lance shrugged, but his eyes were watering.
"It's a cigarette. How complicated can it be?"

Keith simply started with a raised eyebrow.
Lance rubbed the back of his neck.
"Right, fine. I guess there's more to it."

Keith took a drag, and held it out again.
Lance took it, and carefully took a small drag. His eyes still watered, and he coughed a little, but he kept his composure.

"So-" Lance began, handing the cigarette back. " The alley is nice and all, but, are we going anywhere else?"

"I just needed a smoke. We're going to the parlour."

"The what?"

"My tattoo shop."

"Oh, right. Um...so...does that mean, like, I'm not...I can't get a tattoo."

Keith snorted. "Hell no you can't. Your parents would take away your phone and spank you."

Lance glared at him, and crossed his arms.
"They wouldn't spank me, I'm not a toddler."
He pouted.

"Could've fooled me." Keith mumbled over the cigarette.

"Could have what?" Lance prompted.

"Nothing. You parents wouldn't like it." Keith said, handing the cigarette back.
"That's fine if your afraid to disobey them."