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

'Oh shut up. At this point if you don't binge-watch serial killer shows, that's suspect." Taking the hint, Remi takes another hasty sip offering an apologetic bob of his eyebrows before handing the jar over.

"No, I'm interrogating you because you're a lousy conversationalist." He counters, tilting his head before brushing his curls away from his forehead and leaning back against the window. "Oh fuck off, the one that is always blaring music through those shitty speakers?" If there's one thing he can't abide as a musician, it's shitty electronics.

Trying not to seem too interested in the details of Hallway's life, Remi clears his threat with as casual a nod as he can manage. "I was wondering. Thought those might just be a fashion statement. You know, since you're so cool and all." Eyes dipping towards the chain the dogtags sit on (my, my, how astute of you to notice), Remi lets them rise up again with a snort. "Lemme guess, your blood type is the one that universally takes but doesn't give, right?"

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