From the story I’m working on for CampNaNoWriMo:
“Okay, then, make it two club sodas, please.”
The bartender nodded and started on the drinks, and Evan pulled out another cigarette, figuring he’d get one more smoke in with the soda. Riley shook his head.
“Those are bad for you, you know.”
It was all Evan could do not to crack up. Shit, on the list of bad-for-you things he’d done, cigarettes barely broke the top ten.