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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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'But now you are.'

He quirks a smile.

'So you should.'

She thinks about it for a moment, but ultimately decides, "Okay."

But instead of asking what he wants, or moving to catch a waitrat, she gets up, and heads off toward the Bar.

A few minutes later, she returns, with a reddish-pink drink in a tall cocktail glass, complete with a lemon wedge and a pink paper umbrella.

(This is only half her fault. The Bar can be blamed for the other half.)

He stares at it for a looong time.

'You're funny,'

is his eventual, and very dry, response.

She shrugs her shoulder again, walking back to her chair.

"You didn't say what you wanted."

'You didn't ask,' he returns, eyeing the drink as though it might suddenly rear up and attack him.

After a moment, there seems to be no such danger so he risks picking out the umbrella and lemon wedge and tossing them on the floor. Then he picks it up and drinks the whole thing down.

'...not too bad,' is his response.

Elle, on the other hand, watches the lemon wedge and umbrella as they fall to the floor.

"I don't think those would've hurt it."

'I do.'

They were girly. He's had quite enough of that recently, thank you.

'What have you been up to recently? Still zapping people with your hands?'

Her eyes are still on the fallen drink decor.

That is, until she raises her right hand, and a few sparks reduce them to a blackened spot on the floor.

Cheerful: "Yep."

He laughs. For some reason, that's just really cheered him up.

'You really are a crazy bitch, Elle. I like that about you. How about I buy you a drink this time?'

Well, that makes a little more sense this time now that she's already done it for him.

She shows no reaction to 'crazy bitch,' There's a half shrug, and she answers, "You can choose."

She's not afraid of girly drinks with pink umbrellas.

Ramon heads to the bar and returns a moment later with...a pint of bitter.

'Enjoy.'

Knowing her, she probably will.

Elle glances at it dubiously.

But she does take one very small sip from the pint.

The face she makes probably really isn't proportional to the taste.

he laughs and makes a go on gesture with his hands.

'It'd ne rude not to drink it now I've bought it for you. And I drank mine.'

"Yeah, but..."

She slides the pint to the middle of the table, and rests her head in her left hand. With her right, she points to the pint, and a spark snaps from her finger. A moment later, the pint is bursting with flames.

"... I'm the crazy bitch."

'...fair point.'

He can't blame her. He wouldn't drink it either.

'So, what've you been doing with yourself since we lsat talked, Elle?'

"... it was a while ago."

She probably did a lot of things.

"Was it before the zombies?"

'There were zombies?'

Damn. If there were, he's sorry he missed them.

'Here?'

She shakes her head.

"Someone asked me to kill them."

Beat. "In his world."

'I bet you had a great time.'

He can imagine her loving that.

Yeah. She did.

But instead of acknowledging that, it's just: "They were easy."

'Easy burning?'

He thinks.

'Do they even still have blood to slow the flames down?' he muses. 'Or do they just go up like dry cardboard?'

"They're like people."

Some would think unnervingly so, but it wasn't a problem for her. "And it didn't matter what they looked like afterward."

Beat. "And they're really slow."

'Easy fight for you then. Isn't that boring?'

Shes shrugs.

"More fun than the rabbits."

'What happens if you don't kill anything for a week or so?'

He eyes her, amused.

'Does your power turn back on you and you'll explode?'

That would be a sight to see, he thinks.