[ he's reaching for his inner pocket to get his cigarettes, but he stops and sloowwlllyy looks up to ben. there's a tense moment of silence and olly goes back to his cigarettes. he grabs the pall mall pack, pops the case open, smacks it against his hand so that one cigarette slides out and takes it between his teeth, before putting it back in his pocket. ]
No. [ he flicks the hood of his zippo lighter open and lights his cigarette, taking a drag ] Do your fuckin' job done, rookie.
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No. [ he flicks the hood of his zippo lighter open and lights his cigarette, taking a drag ] Do your fuckin' job done, rookie.