RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"I am," Ronin agrees with a wistful sigh that's entirely for Bandcamp's benefit. "Did I forget to tell you that bit of my story? Wonder how that thieving apprentice of mine is going to take it." Grinning, he glances back to the bar even if he's sitting very comfortably against Remi as more people join the press of those trying to get drinks. Of course, rockstar status means they don't have to really wait for anything, and when the next couple of shots arrive, he lifts his own in a toast.
"To the bodyguards I know," he murmurs, sinking the second shot as well and raising an eyebrow as Remi leans in close. Already buzzed and then some, Ronin also leans in, and he's appropriately flabbergasted to hear the value of the jacket. "Rented? Damn," he says, having to shift closer still as the bar crowds. "Want to get out of here?" he asks suddenly. "Your place is closer, or I could call an Uber to mine."
"To the bodyguards I know," he murmurs, sinking the second shot as well and raising an eyebrow as Remi leans in close. Already buzzed and then some, Ronin also leans in, and he's appropriately flabbergasted to hear the value of the jacket. "Rented? Damn," he says, having to shift closer still as the bar crowds. "Want to get out of here?" he asks suddenly. "Your place is closer, or I could call an Uber to mine."
show me your darkness.
