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[latino_menace]

So, he hadn't meant to come back to the bar yet. It's one thing getting your ass kicked by your enemies, quite another to let the world at large see the results. But when there's a screaming kid at home and you've got a headache, anything becomes preferable - and anyway, he doesn't care what people think, right?

And so, instead of sitting in a booth as normal, Ramon's at the bar in plain sight. If you point out that he looks like someone bashed the hell out of his face, he probably won't offer to share the tequila.

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[dragon_twin]

Not much later, a lanky teenager takes a stool beside Ramon and orders a whiskey from the bar.

"You look like shit. Who'd you piss off?"

[latino_menace]

'An old friend,' he says, in a sarcastic tone of voice. Mentally, he checks where his gun is although it doesn't seem like he'll need it. If Angela had told Melou about him, he doubts there'd be an attempt at politeness from the kid.

[dragon_twin]

"Yeah?" He looks Ramon over critically, sipping his drink. "Didn't do anywhere near a good enough job."

[latino_menace]

Hmmm.

'What are you talking about?'

Because playing dumb will obviously work here. But there's a chance that Melou is just talking about the job in general, in which case, fine. He throws a drink back instead, which exposes the bruising from getting choked.

[dragon_twin]

Melou shrugs and turns back to the bar.

"If they'd let me in on you wouldn't be breathing."

[latino_menace]

If the situation were reversed, Ramon wouldn't have left anyone breathing either. That's the thing about messing with the family of a half-decent guy - he's more likely to take the moral high ground. Which is lucky.

He just shrugs one shoulder and pours another drink.

'So I should be glad you weren't there? If you say so, kid.'

[dragon_twin]

"I'm not saying you should feel any way about it. I'm just saying."

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

Which is sort of funny. Because Mal is at the bar as well, scanning the room thoughtfully, and sipping at a milkshake - her first ever, judging by the expression on her face.

And looking all neat and tidy. Combed hiar, washed face, clean clothes - bare feet, because some things never change.

But her expression when she spots him is something between a smirk and brief, chased away concern.

"Get in a fight, dear?"

[latino_menace]

He looks over, then back at his drink which he proceeds to knock back before answering.


'Observant, aren't you?'

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"I pride myself on it."

Light and relaxed and very much not caring. He likely deserved it.

"Who with, if it's any of my buisness?"

[latino_menace]

'An old friend. Not that it is any of your business.'

The word 'friend' is, of course, said sarcastically. And he doesn't bother to look at her, though this could easily be because it's painful to twist and look down the length of a bar when your ribs are broken.

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

So she moves two seats down. Close enough to look, not close enough for sudden moves that could result in violence.

"Never is. And yet, I ask, and you tell."

Lights a cigarette and takes a deep drag, consideringly.

[latino_menace]

'Well, life would be boring if no one talked to anyone about anything, right?'

He smiles - also sarcastically - and pours himself another drink.

'Besides, I've got nothing to be ashamed of.'

[song_tra_bong]

Nobody's asking to share the tequila.

In fact, the next round's up almost before he's done...accompanied by an ice pack.

Write it off as Bar's general perceptiveness. Certainly has nothing to do with the blonde walking away from the other end of the bar; she's too focused on her own drink to even look at him.


[ooc: mun will be fleeing in about five minutes and won't be back until late, should you desire to play this out at all. whatever works for you.]

[latino_menace]

Ramon's a suspicious guy, especially when drinks appear that he didn't order. Especially when Bar's never offered him one of her own accord before. Especially when he's not the best-liked man in the bar at any time, let alone now.

He looks around for who might have ordered for him and his eyes narrow as he considers the blonde. Would be the sort of thing she'd do.


[OOC: I'm up for playing it out if you are. Slowtime is of the love, but it's up to you.]

[song_tra_bong]

Would be.

Could be.

For now, though she's taking a page from his book and steadfastly ignoring him. She takes a seat at table in the middle of the room, from which he is still visible...if she were looking at him. Which she's not.

She just watches the room idly and sips at her drink--tequila tonight.

Tequila's for her bad nights. Or for nights when she's feeling nostalgic.

Sometimes these things overlap.

[latino_menace]

He watches her go and sit. Watches her drink. Then calls a rat over, puts the tequila and ice pack on its tray and sends it back over to her.

He's not in the mood for accepting gifts tonight, and never off of her.

[song_tra_bong]

The rat sets the items down. There's a flicker of something in her expression and she gives the rat a polite nod.

She touches neither the ice pack nor the glass.

Not even when she finishes her own drink.

She just turns her head toward the observation window and ignores the (gifts) things.

[latino_menace]

And he makes sure to face away also, so that there can be no choice of eyelines crossing. Because if he can't see her, then she doesn't exist.

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon is drinking broth. Also looking a little heavier. Not a lot, but a little bit.

Don't yell.

[latino_menace]

Ramon's not in any condition to yell at the moment, though he could probably find it in him if he could be bothered. But he can't, so he just goes and sits with him and asks,

'Feeling better?'

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"Yes."

He says after a moment, looking his caith'd'ein over.

He would, he should ask the same.

He doesn't want to know how Ramon got hurt, so he won't.

[latino_menace]

And Ramon's fine with not talking about it, so doesn't mention it at all. As far as he's concerned, it's over with and trawling over it is boring. Besides, it's no one else's business.

So he just summons a rat to bring him another drink and says, 'You still look like shit. Bianca making you eat?.'

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"Yes, she is."

His voice is wry, amused,

"As is everyone else I know."

[latino_menace]

'Glad to hear it,' he says drily, and picks up his drink from the returning rat.

'How long before you're back to normal? Usually, I mean.'