sipping silly chartreuse champagne

remi Took a fall from a windy height, I only knew how to hold on tight & pray for love enough to last all night One of the few places that being the Governor hardly mattered, was the Hanged Man. Here, Raza still reigned supreme, and Remi was all too happy to let her wear that crown. He was finding ruling every bit as arduous as Ronin had warned him it would be, but still he pushed through, easily finding reasons why it was worth it. Swinging open the doors and waving half-heartedly at Raza and her staff, the Alchemist glanced around to see if there were any friendly (or more specifically, unfriendly faces loren to take care of). Almost instantly Remi's pale stare fell upon Oliver, who at this moment fell into neither camp, which of course was just as bad. Sighing and running his fingers up the back of his neck and through his curls, he made his way over towards the man's table. "This seat taken?" Remi asked in a voice that hinted at an oncoming apology should Oliver allow him to sit.