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[latino_menace]

Ramon enters the bar looking happy enough (i.e smug as hell) and goes to order a burger and tequila from Bar. When both turn out to be salty, he glares at her and throws the food back down.

'Is that some sort of joke? Very fucking funny.'

No one's laughing - least of all him - when he tries to order something else but nothing at all materialises. Muttering something about prison food, he goes to sit in a booth and wait for a rat.

Damn women.

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[needsnewtoaster.livejournal.com]

Damn woman is exactly what Orlin is thinking as he slumps into a booth and orders a tequila. This one not salty.

[latino_menace]

Ramon sees him and recognises him as someone that had been interesting to talk to, if a little weird. And the choice of drink, of course, meets with approval.

'Bad day?'

Not that he particularly cares about the answer but it's a way of starting conversation. He can act nice, at times.

[needsnewtoaster.livejournal.com]

"Bad week." Orlin offered, gulping down the drink as another materialzed by his elbow.

Bar at least sympathised for him.

"Women suck."

[latino_menace]

'If you tell them to, sure.'

He smirks and finally gets a rat to come over so he can place his order for dinner.

'What'd she do to you?'

[needsnewtoaster.livejournal.com]

"Actually... it was me. I went to a planet with McKay where there where only women. Bad, bad idea."

[latino_menace]

'...oh.'

Well, there's a thought. It's given its due and proper consideration, obviously.

'Sounds like a hell of a lot of fun. What's the problem?'

[needsnewtoaster.livejournal.com]

"The one here has or will find out."

[latino_menace]

'Right.'

He's still not really seeing the problem, as it happens, but goes with it anyway.

'Did you do anything with all the women on this planet?'

He's kind of thinking that if there's a planet out there with only women, they'd be pretty...happy to see a couple of guys.

...well OK, he's kind of imagining what it would be like to be single and find this planet but the other thing was his second thought. Really.

[needsnewtoaster.livejournal.com]

Orlin made a face.

"I was one of two males on the planet. What do you think."

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"Hey."

It's Mal. Slightly sans jitters, although she's still a bit too twitchy to be normal.

"Can I ask you a question?"

[latino_menace]

'Sure.'

Doesn't mean he'll answer it but there you go.

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"Is it possible to get caffine pills?"

Twitch. Fidget.

[latino_menace]

'Of course. And they're not even illegal.'

A shame, he's always thought. All those stressed out students that use them to pull all-nighters and are too weak to go down the harder route.

'Why?'

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"Uhm. Everything from Bar is all gross, and I want to experiment to see if it's the caffine in coffee that I'm addicted too."

It's an answer. Really!

[latino_menace]

Ramon has a number of question about that statement but he's not entirely sure he's really interested enough to ask.

...OK, he totally is.

'Why are you addicted to coffee? That's stupid, you should at least get addicted to something that'll let you enjoy yourself. And what do you mean that everything from Bar is 'all gross'?'

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"Okay. Addicted to coffee because - crap. This is complicated. When a vampire reforms, they have to switch the cravings to something else. I chose coffee because it was available at the time. Now, if I don't have coffee, I go through lovely messy withdrawal and revert back to being a stupid bloodsucker."

Pauses for breath.

"That's the coffee thing. Generally good to know. And everything from Bar is sort of salty and waterey at the same time."

[latino_menace]

'Oh, so it's not just me then.'

That's a relief. Or something.

The thing about addictions makes sense though, in a way. He waves at the other side of his booth.

'Sit down if you want. Alright so...addicted to coffee. Why don't you just drink it then? What do you need pills for? Even if the stuff tastes bad from Bar, isn't it better than nothing?'

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Button tossing game!

Toss!

RAMON'S HEAD FOR TEN POINTS!

There is a nearby sound of squeaking and a small child giggling.

And possibly being taught how to take aim.

[latino_menace]

Ramon blinks as a button bounces off his forehead. And sighs as he picks it up. Something tells him that he knows who the perpertrator is - there's not many that would fling buttons at him wily-nily.

'Buenos tardes, Gorlim.'

Just to be a superior bastard. And the Small Child is Eyed.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"Bones trades," Gorlim cheerfully butchers Ramon's language.

They Eyeing gets a direct hit from the Small Child, who takes after her daddy. Gorlim laughs and tickles her. "Sorry, I haven't taught her to shoot only when no one's looking. How are you?"

[latino_menace]

Ramon blinks at the hit and then rolls his eyes.

'Right. Yeah, you might want to look into teaching her that.'

Why shoot from where they can see you? Ramon's never been one to fight fair.

'I'm good. Random and I are going away next week. You?'

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"I know. He told me." Gorlim grins. "I'm alive."

Clearly Ramon has not yet spoken to Random.

Hee hee hee.

[latino_menace]

Well, he has spoken to Random. Just not about that. Which is why Ramon just looks at him.

'What?'

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim bounces the kid on his knee.

"Alive, Ramon. As in not dead anymore. Hello. Also, scars're gone."

[latino_menace]

'...right.'

Well, that makes things clearer. Ramon frowns.

'Good. That's good news.'

Beat.

'Any danger you're going to tell me what the fuck you're talking about?'