Carlos wasn't hungry in the least, so he kept his distance from the mess hall. Instead, he wandered about the ship, a crumpled cigarette perched on his lips.
A fine wisp of smoke escaped his lips as he pulled it from his mouth and exhaled, the artificial nicotine flowing through his bloodstream.
As a medic, of sorts, he knew that he really ought to stop smoking. Who the hell cared though? He might be dead tomorrow, might as well live it up know. A life without a little vice is hardly a life.
A fine wisp of smoke escaped his lips as he pulled it from his mouth and exhaled, the artificial nicotine flowing through his bloodstream.
As a medic, of sorts, he knew that he really ought to stop smoking. Who the hell cared though? He might be dead tomorrow, might as well live it up know. A life without a little vice is hardly a life.