RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
6pm it is, then. Ronin doesn't actually get to read that text until it's about 3pm, by which time fuuuuuuck is about how his day has gone. He manages to peel himself out of the garage and home to shower, and he even takes an Uber to the theatre so he doesn't rock up in biker leathers. He's starting to learn that the sort of crowd that Sunset Patrol draws is not the grease and oil type, and so it's in a black t-shirt and pale jeans that he rocks up to the soundcheck. After he collects the tickets, of course.
He figures that Bandcamp is busy bandcamping (he doesn't know that the lights are blinding him), so Ronin lingers towards the back of the room with his hands in his pockets, trying and failing not to watch the ease with which he plucks at the guitar strings. He'll notice him eventually (probably), and until then the mechanic will content himself with making comparisons between this place and the bar he'd first seen Remi play in.
He figures that Bandcamp is busy bandcamping (he doesn't know that the lights are blinding him), so Ronin lingers towards the back of the room with his hands in his pockets, trying and failing not to watch the ease with which he plucks at the guitar strings. He'll notice him eventually (probably), and until then the mechanic will content himself with making comparisons between this place and the bar he'd first seen Remi play in.
show me your darkness.
