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

"I think it goes along quite nicely actually. You're both liars pretending to be something you aren't." Remi suggests and as the words leave his lips it's unclear whether or not he's just being a shit or if his subconscious is trying to suggest something to him.  Raising his own glass and drinking it in on go, albeit more slowly this time, Remi sets it down and nods sagely.

"Half of the fancy cars you see celebrities driving? Rented for show. Same with all their bling." It was easy to see how imposture syndrome could get under someone's skin, when...you were an imposter, by and large. Nudged hard enough to find himself nearly in Ronin's lap had he not been bracing himself against the counter, Remi sits up and nods. "Yes," He agrees far too readily, before clearing his throat and reaching into his jeans for his wallet.

"Mine is closer and has drinkable coffee." Remi corrects, handing a wad of folded up bills to the bartender with all the ease of someone who has done many cash transactions on the down-low. "Keep the change. Looks like it's going to be a hell of a night." Trying to slide his way through the throngs of bar-goers who have now taken up every square foot of space, Remi glances over his shoulder to make sure Ronin was with him in lieu of reaching out for the other man's hand. "So you didn't bike, then?" He shouts, over the noise.

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!