there is always hope
Ronin’s conversation with Sunjata was short but sweet, and the biker didn’t seem to mind at all. Tipping his bottle in a gesture of cheers and nodding as the other man’s attention was stolen by a young woman (and then several other people besides), Ronin moved to get himself comfortable on one of the several eccentrically decorated couches. No sooner had he gotten settled (smirking at Remi’s response) when the man himself swanned back into the room toward him.
”Well aren’t you the hero of the hour?” he said, beaming at his husband and sitting up to accept his slice of cake. ”It’s a bit early in the night for me to give you what you asked for in return, but come find me later and I’ll see what I can do.” He winked.
”Well aren’t you the hero of the hour?” he said, beaming at his husband and sitting up to accept his slice of cake. ”It’s a bit early in the night for me to give you what you asked for in return, but come find me later and I’ll see what I can do.” He winked.
