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 help (nor does he try to stop) his shit-eating grin. 'Oh, well now look who's fancy.' It's with the sort of can't-be-away-from-you-for-a-second desperation that teenage love songs are based on, that the pair leave the motorcycle and head toward the elevator (Ronin's too cool for stairs, apparently).

Wanting to let his hands roam over Hallway but knowing from previous experience that all he'll find is the armour-plating in the mechanic's jacket, he lets his eyes have a go of it instead. "Oh no, not even for a day." Remi confirms, and no sooner do the elevator doors open and the pair are inside, then the musician's lips desperately seek out the mechanics again. Resting his hands on the rails by Hallway's hips to anchor them together, Remi very nearly hits the emergency stop button before realizing that if he's patient just a few moments longer, they'll find themselves somewhere that the door won't continually be opened by the push of a button.

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