Archie Webber

Archie stumbles out the back door of the loft where the party was held, grateful for the back patio to cool off from the loft's heat and the general atmosphere within. He fumbles in his jeans for a pack of Marlborough Reds, trying to find a lighter, but realizes he either lent it to someone or lost it entirely.

Luckily, he's looking at the others lounging outside and notices you: a cigarette clutched between his fingers, a silver push-button phone in his other hand, in a world full of people with their iPod Touches. He approaches you reluctantly, not wanting to seem strange.

"Hey, can I borrow your lighter?"