new licks: 1

Lights on:

Damien Legere snapped awake in the hotel room provided by the agency and determined (before even taking in the precise quality of the room) that what he needed most, in that exact instant, was to light and smoke a cigarette. His visceral urge to smoke was rapacious, even feral. The most deeply present itch in a body he dimly sensed now as rife with such urges.

Chemically imbalanced.

Pleasures of the flesh.

Weird, he thought. I wonder: why?

Whatever.

Gotta get me some butts...

And a drink. Whiskey, yes, he wanted whiskey.

Drinking and smoking. Yes indeedy. This ought to be good