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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?"

[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?"

[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.]

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

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

Don't yell.