Alice stretches out on the lounger, rearranging her skirt at her knees as she watches the cigarette in his mouth bob when he talks. Sitting back up, she plucks the cigarette with a pinch at the filter, taking a drag of it before offering it back to him.

She blows the smoke straight up into the night air, watching the cloud of it dissipate before answering. “Well, maybe not us. But the hundred and fifty grand we just won might be fuzzier though.”

She slips her hand into his, lacing their fingers around each other. “Love you. You having fun?”