like you know what it means

i found cynicism, i found criticism
i've been zero to hero & i have been the villain

Remi turned his head only slightly as the Launceleyn sat down. The real indication that he'd noticed his presence was in how he smudged away the outlines of whatever it was he'd been so carefully crafting in melting ice and beer on the counter. Uninterested in the exchange of goods, the alchemist still watched Loren down the two shots out of the corner of his eye, before watching him almost carefully take the beer. "There's a limerick about mixing beer and liquor and the order to do it in, though I never remember it." He mumbled under his breath.

So this was to be his night then. He should go probably. Much as he and Loren were on the outskirts of even being frosty acquaintances at this point, it was still the case that Ronin was away and that Remi was in a bar—quite drunk—with Loren (who was headed in that direction).

"Go on then. What's your reason for being so miserable this time." The pair had a terrible track record of ignoring each other after all.