<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d7/e8/54/d7e854626e15a1aa45d0496fdafa4706.png)</div><strong>Bracken Forester<br/>Location:</strong>Sidelines of the circle<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Friday, September 22nd.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Heath, Rayen, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As soon as Heath held out his lighter, Bracken swallowed hard and lit the cigarette.  He didn't even suck on the end at first.  He just held it there for a second as he was instructed he could spit out the cigarette if it cause him too many problems.  But he did feel like one of the 'cool' guys with the thing in his mouth.<br/><br/>So, Bracken took a deep puff inward, figuring he might as well get over with it.  Now, Bracken had never even been around others who smoked.  So, he wasn't even used to breathing the stuff in.  So, he had no preparation for the huge inhale.<br/><br/>Plus, he inhaled too quickly and deeply.  He started to cough hard.  The cigarette escaped his mouth and landed on the ground as he kept coughing.  He imagined it tasted like licking a ash tray.  “I'm, cough, cough, sorry!  Cough, cough.”  Maybe he should have taking a lot smaller puff to begin with.<br/><br/>It took a few seconds to stop coughing.  At least he knew what to expect if he was asked to do it again.  And if Heath would have asked him; he would have picked it up off the ground and continued smoking, no matter how much he coughed.<br/><br/>“I'm so sorry.”  He bowed his head, ready for any punishment the sheriff would dish out.<br/><br/>