RONIN
the white knight
"Mm, you have," Ronin agrees with a broad smile around another sip of his cocktail, as if Remi has just given him permission to get himself in the sort of state that necessitates being carried. "And I am always grateful for it, so you know. Whether it's because I'm drunk off my ass or because I've just been shredded by some awful monster." Offering Remi a wink and reaching out to clink their glasses together, he resists the urge to take a third sip of his cocktail in quick succession, putting it safely out of reach for a few minutes instead.
The lack of live music also has Ronin glancing around, and he scrunches his nose as he also catches the notice about the weekend. "I mean, I could always make live music if you were really in the mood for it," he says with a boyish laugh, his smile nearly a threat as he gazes back towards Remi, content to play footsie under the table with him. "Though that might ruin our chances at being allowed to come back tomorrow," he adds, promptly reconsidering his caterwauling.
The lack of live music also has Ronin glancing around, and he scrunches his nose as he also catches the notice about the weekend. "I mean, I could always make live music if you were really in the mood for it," he says with a boyish laugh, his smile nearly a threat as he gazes back towards Remi, content to play footsie under the table with him. "Though that might ruin our chances at being allowed to come back tomorrow," he adds, promptly reconsidering his caterwauling.
