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

Biting at the inside of his cheek to keep his grin from spreading, Remi tries on as casual a shrug as he can manage. "I am just as committed to their well-being today as I was last night." So saying he goes into his closet and with only a moment's hesitation (he'd like to put more thought into it, but trying to be cool means doing everything carelessly, apparently), tosses Hallway a white t-shirt that at first glance looks like a screen-print of American Gothic. Instead of the original faces though, it's the husband and wife from the Shining, and the husband is predictably holding an axe instead of a pitchfork. "Sweatpants too?" Remi asks, absolutely not letting himself looking down at Ronin's legs or groin to see how wet they were for himself.

Grabbing a burgundy shirt that has Rosebud Motel written in flowing script across it, Remi tries to decide which is more awkward: changing in front of this man who kissed him and then bolted only 12 hours before, or going to change in the bathroom like a 12 year old.

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