whiskey, smoke and aces high

RONIN

the darkstar

light is easy to love.

With his sandwich finished and his coffee half gone, Ronin smiles over his cup and slouches back in the booth. "You ought to have said something - you could have chosen where we ate, and then I could have politely declined the filet mignon and the ristretto." He absolutely would not have declined it, and he might have even found a shirt to wear if one still exists in the back of his closet.

"Oh, ha ha. Surprised the rain didn't wash it off," he grumbles, setting the crumpled napkins onto his plate and exchanging it with the waitress for the other boxed up sandwich. "Shall I put you out of your misery and finish your coffee?" he asks with a smile that is suddenly very sweet. "As for the jacket, just wipe it down before you give it back if that's what you want to do with it," he advises, gesturing for the other man to head out of the booth if he's ready.

"Uh, no. I was invited this time, I'll have you know. I've got the messages to prove it," he informs him, though as he rises to his feet as well, he holds up a hand. "If I am coming home with you again though, you're telling me your fucking name, aight?"

show me your darkness.

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!