RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Wow," Ronin drawls right back at the musician, raising his eyebrows at him, "French." It's not his finest response, but then again he's drunk and his head is ringing from having been belted about by Angry Soup. Honestly, not even Ronin is aware that he's actually being taken home before they're there, in front of the apartment complex. "Oh," he says as he wanders in after the other man, wrinkling his nose at the smell that's both pungent and familiar.
They head upstairs and he dabs at his split lip with the back of his hand, seeming somewhat put out by the studio apartment - not that there's anything wrong with it, but... it hardly seems rockstar. "Good thing we didn't invite them back for an after-party," he mumbles. "I doubt we'd all fit, between you, me and the dog. This a step before your penthouse?" he wonders.
They head upstairs and he dabs at his split lip with the back of his hand, seeming somewhat put out by the studio apartment - not that there's anything wrong with it, but... it hardly seems rockstar. "Good thing we didn't invite them back for an after-party," he mumbles. "I doubt we'd all fit, between you, me and the dog. This a step before your penthouse?" he wonders.
show me your darkness.
