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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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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"There is,"

He decides eventually,

"a chance. I would not hold my breath, were I you."

[latino_menace]

'Yeah.'

And suddenly, the headache is worse and the noise of the bar grates on every nerve. A walk on a beach sounds rather less stressful than being here, so he stands up. Of course, it may be because he's trying to bite back a comment or two he really has no right to make.

'I'm going. I'll see you soon - come and check to make sure you're not killing yourself. Again.'

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"Good evening, Sanluin."

It also means, ama'idan.

[latino_menace]

He was regretting the tone as soon as words left his mouth, but he can't take it back now. So he just nods once and heads to the door.