[Miranda_]

Remy put a new pack of cigarettes in the pocket of his battered leather jacket, along with a lighter and a flat bottle of vodka. He'd normally go out and steal something, maybe break into a car and take it for a spin, but after his last conviction, he'd decided to lie low for a while. He left the house, closing the door quietly so as not to annoy his father and walked down the street, taking a swig from the bottle.