“You damn hipster,” Olrug said with a sneer.
Xalmun took a long toke on his electronic cigarette and blew plumes of vapour straight into his friend’s face. “It’s better for you.”
“Is it now?”
“Yup. Filters out all those filthy toxins. The dark thoughts. The sins. The impure fantasies.”
Olrug sighed. “But they’re the best parts. They give that nice, bitter burn at the back of your throat. It’s not the same without that kick, y’know?”
Xalmun rolled his eyes. “You gonna put this one out of its misery?”…