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Ramon's had a lot on his mind lately, not that he'll probably admit it. It does explain the rather distant look on his face though, as he toys with a tequila in his booth.

Distractions may or may not be welcome, depending on what he thinks of you. But that shouldn't be a deterrent to anyone wanting to talk to him.

[OOC: ~~May be occasional slowtime to feed child or self but other than that, here until about 1am GMT. Tag anytime!~~ Annnnd, must beg slowtime pls. Already stayed much longer than I intended to! :D Will continue threads tomorrow. Thanks all!]

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He looks away. This is entirely designed to hide the smile that just sprung up involuntarily at the thought of just how Random's making up for lost time. Not that he's bashful, just because he's still pissed at her.

'Who turned you into Freud? He can be with me all he wants but in the end, Amber's his home now and its her he's going home to.'

He's the vacation lover now. Or that's what he feels like.

"I ever turn into Freud, I'll eat my gun; I'm just trying to figure this shit out. Now, Amber is Amber," she says, taking another swig of tequila.

"It's like...on its own weird level of commitment for him, with way more baggage tied up in it than I ever want to know about. But I was under the impression that home was Haven."

'It was,' he mutters, looking down at the table top.

'But not now. He says he'll get away from Amber 'when he can' - what does that tell you?'

"It tells me that he's the king," she says softly.

"And that as much as he'd like to be at home--his real home, where you are--he can't stay away from Amber if him not being there means the whole place might fall down around their ears."

She rolls the bottle between her palms, takes a sip.

"From what he told me, they're doing good to be hanging on by their fingernails right now. I'm sure once it stops being two minutes past the Apocalypse over there, he'll be able to get away more, but right now all the shit's still freshly hit the fan and that means he needs to be there."

She passes the bottle back across the table.

"Doesn't make it right, though. For either of you."

He hates it when he's pissed off about something and then someone comes along and applies logic to the situation. Especially when they're laying out what he already knows. It makes it seem childish for wanting to yell that he doesn't care, he just wants Random with him.

But he doesn't. He just has a drink and shrugs sullenly.

'Not like I have any choice but to put up with it.'

"Afraid not."

She smirks a little. "Hell, I take you to go crash the party, if I could get in the damn door."

'You can't even get there?'

Random would kill him if he crashed in anywy. His whole reasoning for not letting him into Amber very often is because he wants him safe, he says.

'Thought you could go anywhere.'

"Anywhere but there," she says.

"I remember Random saying something once about only Amberites being able to find Amber, and he's right; I got bored once and tried. I could get to the Shadow right next door, but no further. It was sort of like putting your forehead against a wall and then trying to still walk forward. In the end, you just have a headache and feel pretty stupid."

She hasn't tried for Arden yet. She isn't sure she would want to succeed.

'He's said that, yeah. Thought it might be different for you though.'

He shrugs. He'd never beg her to take him anyway.

'That restriction has to piss your husband off.'

Though really, if Ruin were to visit Amber who would even notice the difference? Its not like the place doesn't have enough ambient crazy already.

She shrugs.

"He's got the whole rest of the multiverse to fuck around in; not being able to get into Amber hasn't seemed to bother him too much."

If he could get in, she'd just have to haul him out by his hair. This way, at least, there's one less base for her to cover.

Ramon's willing to bet that some or all of the princes - and the king - would take steps to take care of him should he ever wander in.

'He just seems like the type of guy who would resent any place he couldn't go.'

He shrugs it off. Talking about Ruin always sets his teeth on edge but it's better than exploring the inner workings of his psyche as it relates to Random.

"Places he can't go don't bother him much as long as there are places he can. It's confinement that gets to him."

And because picking his brain his only going to piss them both off, and she's not sure how she feels about discussing her husband, she borrows the bottle for another sip then asks,

"How's business?"

He shrugs.

'Good. Almost too good. Texorami isn't as sophisticated as Earth so it was pretty easy to take over, especially after you topped the police chief. No one's stepped out of line since then.'

He misses the fight. It would be fun if some other group rose to attempt a challenge to him but it doesn't look like happening any time soon. It's almost getting boring.

It sounds almost boring.

"Huh. Want me to start a drug war for Christmas?"

She's only half kidding. After all, what do you get the man who has damn near everything?

He grins in spite of his dour mood.

'Would you mind? It'll entertain me for a couple of months at least.'

He's only half kidding. Going unchallenged is not something he's used to and the inactivity is getting on his nerves. So much so that he's contemplating something a little more drastic...it'd crossed his mind to sound her out on it actually but he's still a little pissed. So he just swirls his tequila contemplatively and mulls over whether or not to bring it up.

She leans back in her seat, smiling.

"I'll see what I can do."

Kidding, still. Mostly.

'You'll be dong me a great service,' he deadpans, while fervently hoping that she will. But he decides that now isn't the time for schemes and so, stands up and pushes the remains of the bottle of tequila towards her.

'I gotta go, Random thought he could get back tonight. I'll see you again.'

She nods.

"You bet. Tell Random 'hi' for me."

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