[ He produces the cigarette holder with a flourish, one already poking out at the edge. Then he holds out his lighter, infinitely helpful. He watches Charlie out of the corner eye as he orders his own drink. It tastes real enough but then again, dreams are real when you're in them. ]

Mm. So, shortage of cigarettes and booze. Is this a battle royale situation? Where we slowly drive ourselves insane and off every single other member of the town?