Accepting the lighter, Nasir shook his head ruefully, sharing his brother’s confusion at the nature of tonight’s event. “Neither do I. I wouldn’t have come if I’d known we’d be rubbing shoulders with… with… whatever those things are.”
Another shake of the head, just in case his disdain for this whole thing wasn’t already evident, before he paused long enough to light his cigarette. Nas wasn’t a regular smoker like his brother so he’d hope the nicotine would bring a queasy headrush along with it as it usually did, enough to distract him from his discomfort. No such luck. “It isn’t right. I feel like it isn’t right, to be here.” His gaze fell to his feet, which were kicking absently at the hard floor beneath. “Father would never understand.”