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 very much is about to keel over backwards, but he waves Hallway off with a weak flop of his wrist. "Never better." He lies, hating himself for simultaneously sweating and breathing hard and yet still wanting a cigarette. 'You're a good—" Friend? Fuck buddy? Stopping, one arm wrapped around the railing for dear life, Remi heaves a sigh at his feet. "I don't deserve this from you." He acknowledges, cutting through the bullshit his mind wants to say instead. "Especially given what we.." Are? Aren't? "..have been doing." Which was essentially getting drunk, fucking, and trading sexually charged insults.

Forcing himself up the remainder of the stairs, it's only when Hallway opens the door that the full weight of guilt the musician should feel, hits him. "Gesù Cristo." He can tell instantly it wasn't Vai who cleaned up, because there aren't any new candles, no heart-shaped notes scattered everywhere, and the room smells fresh. "You..cleaned..?" Remi wonders, sounding horrified and looking suddenly quite pale.

Please tell me I was burgled by a neat-freak. So long as the piano and my dog are here, I wouldn't even care.

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!