whiskey, smoke and aces high

bandcamp

A lot's been changin' lately and I can't tell
If it's me or if it's everybody else

Remi's heart does that annoying stutter-stop that he pretends he hasn't noticed when Irish replies right away. Frowning hard at his phone, a number of replies flash before his eyes before he mentally chastizes himself for overthinking this. Ronin doesn't deserve carefully crafted messages, because they're just friends. Just. Friends.

It was wheat. You know, wheat makes hay. Oh Hey...?

And then, because Remi is one of those people who sends multiple texts instead of just thinking it through, adds:

I haven't heard that euphemism before. 😏

And then another message.

I have soundcheck before, but it's catered if you want to stop by early.

Resisting the urge to make a joke about Irish's lofty pre-NYC lifestyle, Remi instead sits on his piano bench, one leg anxiously bobbing up and down with his phone in his hands, willing a reply to come through.

we're only human but w?'ve got hands and hearts and noses
So stop and sm?ll the fuckin' roses

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!