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

It's with eyes suddenly sharp that Remi watches Ronin sit on the piano bench. Softening slightly with a chuckle, he can't help but look a little proud of himself. "Well, lucky you then. You can say you knew me when." Just..not as hey that guy gave me a handjob in the back of a bar, once.

"Italian." Remi confirms with a warm amusement that seems to scare away some of his weariness. "Looks like you didn't leave every brain cell in that parking lot after all." Sitting on the windowsill next to the piano, the dim glow of the city beyond just hazy reflections because of how dirty the outside of the window is, Remi shakes his head. "Family friend." He replies, frowning as Hallway downs his drink all in one go. Apparently they were drinking. That, or Hallway was trying to get out as quickly as he could.

"Say what?" Because Remi has of course assumed the message on Ronin's screen is from the bartender or some equally bodacious babe. In lieu of that, he drains his glass too. Better to be that guy I had one drink with once rather than sloppy handjob guy, at least.

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