New Life - Chapter 1 (Part 2)
He wanted that morning cig really bad so he figured he'd just change after his cig when he felt better. tyson grabbed the pack of cigs off his nightstand and opened it. he counted them before pulling one out.
Chapter 3: Making Up is Hard to Do
Sometimes he smoked a cig and chucked rocks into one of the many mud puddles that had gathered the night before from the rain, but for the most part, he lay stretched across the wall and slept in the pale, autumn sun.
What Goes Bump In the Night. Chapter Four.
Just smoking his cig and enjoying the night as it ticked by. not particularly thinking one thing or the other.
Chance's Encounters. College day end.
Sticking the filterless cig in the corner of his muzzle he pulled his phone out looking it over. no text messages. his ears folded back and the end of his tail tucked a bit. he shoved it back into his pocket and lit the cig.
Return To Outpost Unicorn - an Erotic Starfox AU Tale
"cig, you better say yes, i swear by the goddess..." the wolf-witch replied before cig could answer. "well, you heard the lady." cig answered.
Chance’s Encounters. Chapter High School Days
The german shepherd was just smoking on the cig looking up at the stars. his ears flickered and he looked down at the cat that crept over to him with his hands tucked into the sweater he wore.
Living Large Ch: 1
What i do during this time was simple; gonna go into the hall, light a cig, and be late for my next shitty class. running out of smokes, only two left now.
The Raging Hounds VIII: Unveiled Warrior
The rest of the hounds stared in awe for a second before letting out a snarl and attacking, although john still remained behind, idly smoking his cig.
Strap and Smoke
She leans over, keeping pace with her hip motions, and grabs for her cigs and matches. with the strike of a match, she lights another smoke, shaking out the fire's tip and tossing it to the ashtray.
Highway 957.
I pulled out a new cig from my ever dwindling supply and lit it. i took a puff and leaned back into the seat with a sigh.
The Horned Smuggler
cig straightened up on the stool a bit. "oh, right, they call me cig." fara sipped her drink. "and what do you do exactly cig?" "well, i'm no war hero or a badass pilot or anything.
Defeated
She lit a cig and stared out at the other end of the street. she knew smoking was bad for her health, but she did it anyways.