The forges were dark all the time, and smelled of burning metal and the clanging sounds of hard work rang in his ears. The kids in there were so focused that they didn't notice when Lou Hiatt walked into the forges. The place almost unbearably hot, but Lou had already spent most of the day with shirt off, now hanging out his back pocket. Most of camp had seen his abs (or lack of) as he searched for a place to smoke in peace. It was almost tedious at this point, but an addiction is an addiction, he supposed.
No one even looked up as Lou lit a cigarette, placed gently between his thin lips. He almost felt a pang of sadness as he remembered how similar it was to Detroit. Almost.
Running a hand through his hair, Lou wondered how many cigarettes he would go through today, and when he'd go out tosteal buy more. Yeah. Buy. He was old enough now. Just kidding, he thought. A small chuckle escaped his lips. And then he almost gagged at himself. What a cliche.
No one even looked up as Lou lit a cigarette, placed gently between his thin lips. He almost felt a pang of sadness as he remembered how similar it was to Detroit. Almost.
Running a hand through his hair, Lou wondered how many cigarettes he would go through today, and when he'd go out to