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 can't see the speedometer, so he doesn't know that they're pushing past Ronin's own upper limits. It would only take one errant swerve to reduce them both to burned skin and leather on the side of the road, but ignorance, as they say, is bliss. "You know, it always sounds so much longer when you say it." The musician hums, his voice slightly raised to compete with the rushing of the wind.

The lights and colours of near-dusk blur past and Remi can't help but imagine what it would be like with a tab of acid humming through his veins. It'd likely look like a kaleidoscope, he thinks. Right up until he thought he could leap off the bike to touch one of the colours, thus killing them both.

So that's another thing best not done on a motorcycle.

'For your first time with someone else, colour me impressed." The musician chuckles mischievously, opting for innuendos if he was forced to keep his hands where they were.

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