"If Hawkeye catches you with that you'll get in trouble."
Jean Havoc shrugged carelessly, refusing to put out the cigarette he had just lit. "Eh."
"You should quit, those things'll kill you if you don't."
Havoc snorted before continuing with his work. Everyone was always trying to persuade him to quit, usually with threats. Occasionally he got a bribe, but those didn't work, either. Nope, he was addicted, and he was perfectly fine with it.
In fact, he was perfectly fine with everything at the moment.
"Smoking isn't allowed in here. If you must, wait until your break and go outside."
Okay, ignore the previous statement of 'perfectly fine.'
Havoc took the cigarette out of his mouth and watched Hawkeye pause in the doorway before continuing by. He waited a few moments before tapping the ash off the end and replacing it in his mouth.
A few excruciatingly short seconds later, the cigarette was pulled out and crushed in the ashtray by an annoyed looking Riza. "What did I just tell you?"
Havoc paused for a few seconds before shrugging. "Smoking isn't allowed."
Riza stared at him, unfazed by his nonchalance. "So why are you smoking?"
Again he shrugged, though this time he didn't answer.
After a few more tense seconds, during which everyone else in the room stared, Riza turned on her heel and exited the room.
Ten minutes later Havoc was smoking again.
The next day, he couldn't find his packs of cigarettes, and his lighter had gone missing. He was in the middle of searching for them when a deliveryman came in and placed ten boxes of nicotine patches on his desk before promptly leaving.
Ten packs of NicoDerm®...
No, I don't own NicoDerm®. Just thought you might like to know.