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

"Can you? Well, I'll keep that in mind if we ever need a tambourine." That's right; triangle had to be earned.

Biting the inside of his cheek to try and keep the smile that was threatening to spread like a weed under control, Remi just shrugs as they make their way. "Honestly, I'm surprised you even own anything that isn't grease or paint-stained. Although..." Turning to glance at Irish intending to feign checking him out, Remi inadvertently actually checks him out, which brings on the strangest feeling of nausea. "Maybe the black is hiding it."

Thank fuck for Ronin's motor mouth just now. As he blabs on, Remi finds his anxiety easing enough that he's able to grab a slice of sausage and parmesan pizza. 'You need an apprentice.' He suggests around a chunk of tomato. "Maybe two of them. One who is a good worker but whose potential is squandered by drug problems. And one you fall in love with but who's actually stealing from you. I think that's how it would go in a movie."

He's rambling and he knows he's rambling but gli dei mi aiutino he couldn't stop himself. "Sorry I get...weird...before shows." Remi mutters apologetically, though what he really means is I get high before shows.

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!