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[latino_menace]

Ramon is in the bar and is not in a good mood at all. No particular reason, he just gets like that sometimes. Company could either make it worse, or better, depending on who you are and what you have to say. Either way, he'd like to talk to someone because being pissed off on your own is never as much fun.


[OOC: Irish firebomb!tag: Fiona Glenanne]

[OOC: 2:30am and I have to hit the hay. Am around for slowtimes...well, until forever, practically. Catch y'all tomorrow!]

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[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason has been watching Ramon for a long while across the Bar. An idea is forming, but he's not too thrilled about how to go about it. Especially when it means talking to that crazy asshole.

He bites his lower lip and looks around him nervously, then pushes to his feet -beer in hand- and moves to stand in front of Ramon's table. He clears his throat.

"Ramon, right?"

[latino_menace]

He looks up from where he'd been staring into his glass of tequila, and frowns.

'...Jason?'

He thinks he got that right. It's been a while and a lot has happened.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason nods, a little uncomfortable.

"Yeah. It's been awhile." He fidgets a moment, then gestures to the open chair. "May I?"

[latino_menace]

He raises his eyebrows, more than a little curious. A few years ago, he very much got the impression that this guy would like to rip his throat out.

'Sure.'

Beat.

'This is unexpected.'

To say the least.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

A few years ago he would have been happy to.
Still seems like a fun thing to do, even if his friends haven't long since gone.

He sits, pulling the beer bottle to his lips. "Yeah. Uh...yeah."

He takes a breath and looks evenly at Ramon. "Might as well not beat around the bush. I have a question for you about...business."

[latino_menace]

'Ah.'

He smiles slowly. 'Business' means Jason wants something from him and that always gives him the upper hand. In his mind, if nowhere else.

He waves a hand in that universal gesture of go on.

'I'm listening.'

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason doesn't miss that slow smile, nor does miss that look in Ramon's eyes. He doesn't want to owe this guy anything, but...

He's done enough swallowing of his pride and bowing down to people stronger than him. It's time to take matters into his own hands.

He surreptitiously glances around again, keeping his voice low. "I need a gun," he says buntly. "Hand gun; something powerful."

[latino_menace]

'Mmmhmm.'

He doesn't sound surprised, or curious, or anything. He doesn't need to know why the man wants it.

'When?

Is it a human you're trying to kill?

And do you have the money?'

The last question is, to him, the most important.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason nods. "I've got the money. I keep a direct line to my account here."

He'd been saving it for a place for Khemrys, but now...

"No. I'd need special ammo. Glaser Safety Rounds is what a friend of mine uses, but I think she tips them with silver. It'd be a custom order for you, I'd think."

He takes a long swallow of his beer. "As soon as you can get them...I'm not looking to wait long."

[ellectrical]

Elle is not in a bad mood. Or a good one.

But she is in a 'watch-people-who-look-like-they're-in-a-bad-mood' kind of feeling today.

It happens.

[latino_menace]

Which, of course, is guaranteed to piss the annoyed person off even more.

...though there is something to be said for the watcher in question to be Elle. He remembers their last conversation.

'Problem?'

[ellectrical]

Somehow, this isn't a problem to for Elle.

"Nope," she answers, with no change in her expression or in the direction of her gaze.

[latino_menace]

'Then why,' he looks up at her, frowning, 'are you staring at me?'

[ellectrical]

She smiles, and shrugs one shoulder.

Why do people think she should have reasons for things?

[latino_menace]

He sighs internally and remembers what she was like last time.

'It's because you want to buy me a drink, isn't it?'

Play along, its the only option.

[ellectrical]

Beat.

"I wasn't thinking about it."

In case he was wondering.

[latino_menace]

'But now you are.'

He quirks a smile.

'So you should.'

[justcallmefee]

Fi sets two bottles of beer down on the table, spins a chair around backwards and straddles it, not even waiting for an invitation.

"Who pissed in your cheerios?"

[latino_menace]

She doesn't need an invitation. He didn't realise that until right now, but it's true.

'Do I look like I eat Cheerios? Seriously?'

Please.

[justcallmefee]

"You look like you could use a beer."

She pushes a bottle at him and twists the top off hers, taking a long swig.

[latino_menace]

'Always.'

One corner of his mouth quirks upwards but it could hardly be called a smile.

'Come to tease me some more?'

[justcallmefee]

"Tease you."

She gives him an inscrutable look.

"Is that what you thought I was doing? Teasing you?"

[latino_menace]

'Yeah.'

Maybe not at the time. Maybe not two minutes ago.

Ramon, when in a mood, could never be accused of being rational.

'I didn't say I minded.'

Only, if she was? Then he does.

[justcallmefee]

"I was just being sociable."

She slits her eyes at him, playful.

"Like bring a beer to an acquaintance who looks like he needs a beer."

[latino_menace]

He raises the drink to his lips.

'You were stringing me along.'

And drinks.