Help Ally up off the floor

You stoop down and pick Ally up. She's dead weight in your arms, but not much because she's skinny. You figure she's a sophomore or a junior, smooth pale skin, freckles, and dark hair dyed even a deeper shade, jet-black.

The cigarette falls out of Ally's fingers and she finally stirs, says to you, "You made me drop my fuckin' cigarette..."

Talk about gratitude...

"I'll give you some of mine," you reassure you.

Ally doesn't look like she was expecting anyone to answer her. Her eyes open, hazel light brown, a little more dilated than your average sober person. She blinks lazily and seems to notice for the first time that you've picked her up and are holding her in your arms.

"Who're you?" Ally exhales, her breath on your face.