He sniffed at the air and immediately his nostrils began to burn at the sharp smell of cigarettes; musty, stale, dull even. It's smell was nearby and he turned just in time to catch the girl beside him smoking a quick blunt on the bus. The driver, nor had anyone else noticed, hell Jace wondered if they can even smell that god awful stench. The smell that seem to always leave him feeling content. It's the only reason that has kept him sane for all these years of being brought onto this insignificant, little green planet we call: Earth.
Without hesitation, he snatched the cigarette from the girl's hand and took a long, indulging drag at it before he blew a smoke ring right in her face. "Good," he said in his usual cocky tone as a smirk plastered across his face,"I wouldn't want you to move."