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

'Is this that charm and wit I'm meant to be remembering?" Remi asks with a roll of his eyes as his band's name is intentionally (probably) recalled. 'Last I checked I asked you to come. No one made you stay."

Fuck if Hallway doesn't look hotter than hell sitting there looking smug, leaving Remi no choice but to laugh up at the ceiling. "Yeah, I have actually. Helps when the people working those machines know what they're doing though." He counters, idly wondering when this became a pissing match. Because if it was going to continue, he'd much rather just whip out his dick and grab a ruler and be done with it. Ronin's commentary on how Remi chooses to spend his money just earns a cheers from the musician (either with or without the jar, depending on who has it now). 'Yep, that's me. Silver spoon all the way.'

With a look that's overly incredulous, for moment Remi can do little more than gape at the man sitting across from him. "I drive too fast to make fashion statements or worry about being cool?" He repeats, eyes bright with mockery. "You read that off a bumper sticker?" Snorting, Remi nods sarcastically. "Oh yeah. That's why one of us came into a clump of paper towels and the other got a pat on the back and a phone number, huh?"

Shit. That was not how he meant to segue back into that.

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