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

"Yeah. I kept checking it every five minutes like a 14-year-old." Remi grumbles, clearly embarrassed but not above being honest about it. Whatever barriers that had lowered go right back up as the musician flashes the other man a disbelieving stare. "Yeah, fuck me for wanting a bit of clarity about what's happening." He snaps back, muttering something in Italian under his breath that in no way needs to be translated.

"Different to the boring." Remi's cheeks heat at that as he presses his tongue against the point of one of his teeth, glaring up at the ceiling. "What a charmer." Luckily, Remi stops himself before saying that while shitty lines like that might work on busty bartenders, they won't work here.

'Sure it's fine. Because apparently all it is, is just something to cure your boredom." It's unfair to say, but all of this is going far too fast for Remi to think with his head anymore. And then Ronin hits him with you should come, and it takes every bit of restraint in the musician not to dramatically throw his hands into the air. "Deve essere bello essere il capo ed essere in grado di andarsene quando vuoi." He grumbles instead.

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