Jaxon took a sharp inhale, the tip of the cigarette hanging right in between his lips.

He didn't need to pull it out before a large cloud of smoke left his mouth.

One that made the short, gaunt looking red haired sitting in front of him almost choke out a cough.

But Owen, who stood beside him, didn't move a muscle. He was used to it.

“So… any update?” Jaxon's tone came out scrubby from the stick in mouth.

Another exhale filled their area of the dim lit bar with smoke.

...