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

'Or, she barters on your behalf. Says you can fix all their cars and hide the bullet marks. Soon they have you pulling apart cars for scrap or so that the cops don't know they've been stolen.' Though cliche mobsters were normally Italian, it was absolutely true that Remi has absolutely no idea what he's talking about.

"Oh my god please don't." Remi says with a nervous laugh, giving Ronin an imploring but appreciative look. The smell of the cheese has his stomach turning slightly. 'Also there's a rule about no flash photography, so it'd just be a black screen anyway."

Thankful that Ronin hasn't asked what his ritual includes (a non-alcoholic Shirley temple, drugs, and masturbating), he smiles crookedly. "I uh...had to pre-sign a bunch of posters so...no autograph line." He mumbles, hoping he doesn't sound like an absolutely conceited asshole. "Yeah absolutely. Could do the Kickback, unless you had somewhere else in mind...?" There's a pounding at the door followed by a rather bored-sounding voice proclaiming that Remi has ten minutes before he needs to go get changed. 'Fuck.' Ten minutes would rush his ritual. He'd have to skip the Shirley temple. "I really should go. After, though?"

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!