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

'Ah, but perhaps I am just easy.' Remi counters cruelly, though the warmth on his cheeks and the shine of playfulness in his gaze, suggests he doesn't at all mean it. The kiss against his shoulder has the musician pausing as Ronin extracts himself, finding the gesture shockingly sweet. The pair don't know each other that well, but already Remi is already betting that this won't be a one-night-stand. Even if it just becomes a story between two friends of, remember that one time we had sex..? if the past 24 hours are any indication, there is something between them. He just doesn't know what. This is all just to say that Remi realizes he can't just towel himself off and head home (not that he wants to), but nor would it be appropriate to kiss Ronin again, right now. That would be too much.

But as Remi already said, the in-between was really not a place he was comfortable in.

Raising his eyebrows and schooling his expression into one of polite thoughtfulness, Remi nods at the offered options. "It's like you want me to run out of here." He says at last with a roll of his eyes and a grin. Sliding off of the bed and heading toward the bathroom again to wash off, he grabs his phone out of his jacket on the way and waggles it over his shoulder. "I will order us something. What's your address?"

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