CJ left the smokes and lighter on the bar top this time and flicked the ash from the end of his cigarette in the general direction of the ashtray. "I actually do what you do only without the fame and notoriety. I'll be playing an acoustic set or two in...fuck, one of those places. Names are too fucked up for me to remember," he snarked.
When he heard the decidedly female voice from behind him he grinned and swiveled his stool towards her.