Lance looked around a bit sleepily, he had that hungover look in his eyes and a slight smile on his lips as he walked about, nothing really seemed to grab his attention until he heard voices coming from a room he had yet to go into. As he approached he overheared them talking about games, a smile crossed his lips again, if there was one thing in the world Lance was good at it was games. He decided to approach the room and then slowly slid in silently next to the door. Just content to listen to the conversation he leaned back and pulled out a pack of cigarillos and put one in his mouth before flicking his grandfather's old copper lighter to life.The flick had been much louder than he had expected and he smiled as people glanced at him, "Sorry...Whats the smoking policy?"