whiskey, smoke and aces high

It's too bad. When did it get cool to be so sad? We're spinnin' backwards, did we all go mad?
Yeah, we're only human but w?'ve got hands and hearts and noses,
So stop and sm?ll the fucking roses

Rising and shoving the piano bench with the back of his legs, Remi awkwardly trails Ronin to the door, but he's too slow to do anything more than mumble in Hallway's wake. "Yeah, cause—" But then Ronin is gone, and Remi is left with an awkward tightness in his jeans and an empty apartment. "—you gave me your number instead of a handjob." He says to no one, closing the door behind him and resisting the urge to press his head against the door in true rom-com fashion. Amadeus, the wolfhound, opens sleepy golden eyes and regards the musician with a look that says, wow. really well done.

Flopping into bed, Remi's hand offers him his second unfulfilling orgasm of the night, and to make matters worse, it doesn't even have the decency to knock him out. Instead, he stays up way too late googling Ronin + Irish and reading every word about the bike shop down the street that he can. What he finds is precious little information; a picture of Ronin in uniform with a man similarly dressed who looks just like him, and a ton of pictures of the man with a ton of different women.

Not gay, Remi thinks, deflated.

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