Everest
'Grazie.' The older man says smoothly, accepting the bill and tightening the roll with ease. Glancing at the baggie, Remi frowns, considers, resists and then shakes his head. "Oh, non potevo. Devo essere nel mio miglior comportamento." He explains with a wince.
Holding the mask steady, Remi expertly closes one nostril with a finger while inhaling smoothly up the line with the bill between his fingers. Closing his eyes and pressing his nostrils together, the Italian blinks and then tilts his head back with a sigh, as if having just shot a really smooth drink. 'Fottimi. Quello era buono. Ora tu. Se restiamo molto più a lungo, penseranno che stavamo facendo qualcos'altro qui." Which, unfairly attractive irishman not withstanding, Remi would normally have been all for.
Holding the mask steady, Remi expertly closes one nostril with a finger while inhaling smoothly up the line with the bill between his fingers. Closing his eyes and pressing his nostrils together, the Italian blinks and then tilts his head back with a sigh, as if having just shot a really smooth drink. 'Fottimi. Quello era buono. Ora tu. Se restiamo molto più a lungo, penseranno che stavamo facendo qualcos'altro qui." Which, unfairly attractive irishman not withstanding, Remi would normally have been all for.
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
