"I was," he replied with a grin. Huh, she didn't sound bad and Duke found himself twisting that cigarette between his fingers; it had a red lip stain and her name scrawled along it. It was one he didn't plan on smoking anytime soon and quickly put it back in his pocket shirt. "I met her the other night, after the concert. I think...she has my jacket," his face scrunched up for a second and he shrugged, about to fall asleep.