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

"Swish?" Remi repeats back, frowning and smiling at the same time, not sure if he heard the word properly and just didn't understand, or if this was another Roninism. "I'm sure it wasn't a mugging so much as them just trying to put their hands down your pants. I mean, look at you." Said far too casually, Remi swallows in the wake of this compliment and tries to backtrack. "You look like you could be a member of the band dressed like that. And no grease? It's like you're trying to show me up at my own show." Remi would be forced to look suitably heartthrobby once the show started, but just now he looked like he might as well have been an off-duty usher.

'Green room is this way.' He says, feeling like some juvenile idiot who is going to replay the last few seconds relentlessly in his mind. Leading them backstage and into the green room (which as it happens, was in fact green), Remi pushes open the door for Irish to enter first. With just a few couches and chairs and a table with thin-crust pizza and a few pastries, the room is as unluxurious as the theatre was swish. "How...was work?" Remi asks stupidly, pushing the door closed behind him and running his finger consideringly over the button on the knob which would lock it.

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!