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

Who wouldn't want those eyes looking up at them, the blue of which made all the more vibrant thanks to the red on his cheeks and lips. 'Show's over. Second time you've heard me say that tonight.' Remi chuckles to the crowd, slipping what he hopes looks like a friendly arm around Hallway. Wanting more blood than that the crowd grumbles as they disperse, but the bouncers give the musician a nod that says uh huh as they see right through his bullshit. But if there's no fight there's no waiting around for the cops which means they can head home.

As soon as they round the corner Remi immediately releases Hallway, already wondering whether this was a bad idea. No sooner has he, the words, Okay well..bye then? on his lips, do a gaggle of fans appear behind them. With too-tight tank tops and easily a hands-worth of space between the end of their shirts and the top of their jeans, they demand to know where the after-party is, and is it alright if they come along with a few friends? 'Oh, uh..' Fuck if that doesn't sound like the last thing he wants to do right now.

"Sorry to disappoint i miei amori, but Peter and I were just going to back to mine to catch up. Isn't that right Pete."

Say yes, you bastard.

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