whiskey, smoke and aces high

It's too bad. When did it get cool to be so sad? We're spinnin' backwards, did we all go mad?
Yeah, we're only human but w?'ve got hands and hearts and noses,
So stop and sm?ll the fucking roses

With his in-ear monitor and the rush of endorphins singing their own song in his ears, Remi is utterly lost in the moment he's creating such that the brawl that's about to begin outside doesn't even register. The vibration of the guitar against his body has his bones quaking (this is the primary reason for a pre-show orgasm I'll have you know), making it all the easier to ignore the images of the bartender's tongue shoved down Hallway's throat that his mind is supplying.

He probably wasn't even gay, anyway; at the end of the day, a hand was just a hand.

Meanwhile, two of the bouncers shadow Angry Soup and Hallway, giving 0 fucks about their grievances with one another. 'Take it the fuck outside.' One warns as the other pushes open a door to reveal a nearly empty parking lot.

This isn't the sort of crowd that cares much for encores, so as Remi finishes his last song, they whoop and cheer before immediately placing their last order of the night as last call is announced. Slipping back to his dressing room he finds that his mind has almost let him forget about the text waiting for him from Hallway. The message there makes something spew fire in his belly for a second as he reads the words, and then reads them again.

Surprised you even remember.

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