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

'You're a real fucking prince.' Remi retorts with a roll of his eyes. "To think you stayed in your box seats after your catered meal. A real prince." Swallowing down the need for approval alongside his whiskey, the musician pulls a face as he sets it down. Not as practiced as the mechanic (Remi preferring to take his poison against his gums or in his arm), he tries to catch the bartender's eye that he might order two more. Why not.

'Why, you know someone?' He wonders, turning properly to face Ronin now and finding his splayed knees interlocked between the other man's as his chair is nudged to make room. Noticing the way Ronin had been looking at him, Remi sighs and rolls his eyes before leaning forward conspiratorily. "Most of its rented. The jacket I was wearing tonight? Designer. Cost $4000." He whispers, before leaning back. "The last thing I wanted was to owe that just because I wore it trying to look cool and had a drink spilled all over me."

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!