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

It's guitar cases beneath the bed. Mostly. There are a few small shoeboxes that look predictably worn, and one that absolutely smells like something rotting. Opening the door, shirtless and flushed, Remi straightens to see NYC's finest standing in the hallway. "Oh..No, I..." Fuck, Ronin was supposed to do this part. "I lost my keys. That was me on the fire escape." So saying, Remi really wished he'd gotten an answer before about whether or not that was illegal. 'Sorry, it was so late when I got home I didn't want to bother waking anyone." He says with a smile that he hopes is closer to charming that entitled musician. "I had a show tonight. At the Palace Theatre." Remi supplies quickly, still unsure if any of this is helping.

Not wanting to turn around for fear of seeing Ronin hiding absurdly behind a lampshade, and not wanting to look down for fear of seeing his dick half out of his pants, Remi instead smiles cheerfully, drumming his fingers casually against the doorframe and praying to every god and goddess he'd heard Vai ever mention, to make these cops go away.

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!