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

"I'd prefer we don't hit anything." Remi counters, doing his best not to overcompensate the turns with his body despite how much he feels the need to lean this way and that with the curves of the road. Clutching at Ronin in a manner that's far from cute and closer to terrified-cat, Remi tries to force himself to relax. "I never thought I'd say this, but can we maybe be a bit straighter?"

It's only when the bike is more or less verticle that Remi feels like he can sit up and actually enjoy things. The twists and turns might be a fun test of skill for Ronin, but for his passenger, it's just an exercise in restraint; one which makes the muscles of his abs hurt and makes him wonder how many of his tattoos will remain when they're scraping his body off the pavement.

Still, not wanting to be a total buzz kill, he leans forward and (needlessly) whispers: "So..how fast can this thing go?"

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