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

Remi raises his eyebrows looking only slightly embarrassed before giving his head a shake. "I think I'll save my money for other things." He decides. "Like paying for your drinks." Which was both meant to rub in the fact that Remi had done so early as much as it was meant to allude to more outings between the two of them.

'Oh, she cares alright. Of that there's absolutely no doubt at all.' Remi chuckles warmly, patting his pockets for his keys. Frowning slightly and popping his cigarette between his lips to properly search, Remi's fingers come up empty each time he checks. His keys were in his guitar case, where they normally were, and where Remi had left them thanks to the way he'd rushed out to meet Ronin.

"Perché sei così?" Remi hisses under his breath, glancing up to the fourth floor of the building where his apartment was. One of the windows was indeed open—he didn't have air conditioning of course—but this wasn't a movie. Surely they couldn't scale his building...? "Tu idiota!" Plucking the cigarette from his mouth and ruffling a hand through his curls, Remi sighs and elaborates for Ronin just in case the where-are-my-keys dance followed by Italian cursing hadn't been clear enough. "My...keys are back at the theatre. What do you think? Would you prefer to try and climb a building, or walk back..?" And pray someone is there to let us in.

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!