He didn't smoke often. And he always swore it was his last one.
But every now and then, he really enjoyed the feeling a nice Marlboro gave off.
It was a rough day saving Metro City, and he wanted to relax.
Roxanne met him outside the lair and spoke, "You got one to spare?"
"Yeah," the blue alien said, pulling out his pack, "but I never knew you smoked?"
"On occasion. Today was just a shit day."
"You can say that once more."
And they stood outside together in the bleak weather, sharing a smoke.
Just relaxing and feeling free.