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

Remi wakes up, but he gives himself a gratuitous few moments before he opens his eyes to face the day. Sadly, there's not even a moment of consciousness that doesn't immediately begin an HD 4000k repeat of the night before will full sensory accompaniment. Groaning as he rubs his fingers over his eyes, hating the way he can't help how his fingertips fall toward his lips like he might still feel the gin-soaked kiss placed there, he lets his head loll toward Amadeus who has taken up residence next to him in bed. "How much you want to bet he won't text?"

Glancing at his phone, sure enough, the only messages are from Vai reminding him of the upcoming full moon.

'What'you think? Breakfast? Death? Re-watch some old Jeopardy and see if we've gotten any smarter?' Perking up at breakfast, the massive dog offers a single thump of approval.

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