whiskey, smoke and aces high

RONIN

the darkstar

light is easy to love.

"Oh, I see," Ronin says. "Well in that case, I probably do take them back. It's a terrible decision, though, because I'll end up being shot by that very same mafia when the debts can't be paid off. Because there are always more mafia debts, no?" He raises his eyebrows, like the answer should be obvious to two men who have (presumably, he can't speak for Remi) never had anything to do with the mafia.

Reaching out almost automatically, Ronin can't help but help to open the cheese container, though he's half certain that Bandcamp doesn't even really want any. Now he can see what the other man means, with being weird, but he doesn't begrudge him it. "I'll make sure to take a couple of pictures to send to you for the intermission. So you can see how they're absolutely not doing that." He smirks.

Pre-show ritual sounds like an cult orgy, he's not going to lie, but the prospect of meeting up afterwards distracts him from asking about it. "Will I have to wait in line with everyone else to get autographs?" he asks, grinning and snagging another slice of pizza. "Or is there a bar I can meet you at?"

show me your darkness.

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!