Prompt 19.5 C: Smoking pic/Writers Muses
What the hell was he supposed to tell Nagle? The question twisted around his brain as he yanked the handle on the slot machine down with far more force than was necessary? The conversation was not one he was looking forward to having, which was probably why his cell phone was currently turned off. Sliding his hand into his pocket, he pulled out the pack of Marlboro's and tapped a cigarette free.
"Damn." He issued the curse as he caught sight of the slot's results, his luck sucked everywhere it seemed. Thumbing up the flame on his lighter he lit the end of the cigarette and took a long pull off of it before secreting the lighter and the pack away again. As the smoke tickled his throat he thought back over his exchange with Margaret, there was no way he could tell Nagle the truth. Releasing the smoke, he took another draw then tucked the filter between his lips before dropping more coins into the machine. It was an endless cycle, had been for as long as he'd known Nagle, and he wasn't looking forward to being on the receiving end of the man's anger, there had to be a way out, all he needed to do was figure out just what it was.
Muse: Alek Spera
Fandom: The Deep End
Words: 218