Vapour Tales

A thick fog of strawberry vapour mixed with another unusual tobacco like smell wafted over my head as I nursed a pint outside the Moor Top. There was a guy on a bench to the left of me, and a woman on another bench to the right; both were sat alone. The man in his mid fifties, grey and yellow in complexion from years of heavy smoking had his vaping hardware set out in front of him like some kind of assassin. There were chambers, tubes, barrels and bottles, all placed with the upmost precision, immaculately presented, as though by a clinician of a deadly trade. He looked like he was about to prepare what could easily be mistaken for some kind of gun designed to be dismantled for importation as stealthily as possible before being rebuilt ahead of contact with the target. I was surprised he didn’t have black leather gloves on, if he had, I may have upped and left had it not been for the aforementioned woman already sucking on a similar, fully assembled such contraption. Its lights buzzed in different colours on top of buttons lining its shank in varying degrees of sizes. The main body was made up of a box at the bottom of the shank onto which the woman held. It reminded me of an electric recorder I’d once seen used by a Celtic rock band. They were enthusiasts of the craze; ‘vapers,’ and it wasn’t long before they hit it off over the top of me. The old crane looked shrink-wrapped in leather underneath her blouse and makeup, and she croaked like a fella too. ‘What you usin?’ She asked. ‘Mod Like?’ he responded. ‘Aye, yeah, mod?’ ‘WetBox, uses a 3 ml juice box with an automatic feed, fits in nice under the atomizer, like to mix my own juices too, cheaper like. You mix?’ ‘Yeah, well my hubby anyway, 16-18 milligrams, loads a flavours, like me fruits me though, you?’ ‘I like a basic tobacco to start, and then I’ll continue to more intense mixes, as ah drink like eh. Ye know, 555, which is kinda nutty, or DK-TAB, kinda spicey, then maybe end with a fruit, or even an RY4, like a whisky, mainly the tobacco’s though. ‘Fuckin ell!’ ‘Aye!’ He laughed, knowingly, and disappeared into the clouds.