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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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He shrugs a shoulder languidly, looking amused.

'If that's what you want. It's not like I give a damn who you're planning on killing, as long as it isn't me.'

Jason gives him a friendly smile.

"No, I wouldn't need silver tipped ammo for that. Though I'm sure it'd still do the trick."

Ramon eyes him steadily, unconcerned.

'You may find it wouldn't be as easy as it might have been years ago. And you can keep your veiled threats to yourself if you want me to get this stuff for you.'

The not-so-veiled too.

Jason's eyes roll. "I have no intention of fighting with you. Arithon wouldn't like it."

He knows what Arithon can do, but he's more afraid of losing his friendship. Though only marginally.

Arithon can be scary as hell.

His beer arrives and he gratefully tilts it back, trying to wash away his next words. "I'm sorry." (Oh, it really is hard)

'Sorry? For what?'

Confusing! Ramon wasn't insulted by the threat. He's nfinitely more comfortable when people are at odds with him, to ge honest.

'No need to apologise. You're right about Arithon not liking it but he's not here so I wouldn't worry about that.'

Jason lets out a breath. "I'm sorry for not keeping the conversation on business. You get me the gun and ammo; I'll get you the money; and then we can both go back to our respective opinions about each other."

Ramon laughs and pulls a cigarette from his pocket, lights it.

'Fine fine. Should I leave a note at bar when I have it or will you be around?'

He shakes his head. "Not going anywhere until I have it. But I want to know as soon as you have it, so if you don't see me right away, leave a note. Or snag one of the rats to find me."

Jason eyes the cigarette. The one he bummed from Asar-Suti was nice...maybe he'd have to make a habit of smoking with people he thought were assholes.

He nods to Ramon's pocket. "Got another one of those?"

He looks surprised. Maybe with Jason being a werewolf, he'd assume the smell or taste or whatever would be horrible to him. Whatever.

'Sure.'

The pack is produced and tossed towards the other guy.

'Keep those if you like. I have more.'

Jason nods, a cigarette already resting between his lips. "Thanks."

The smell and taste is really strong to him, but the nicotine makes up for it. It'd been a long time since he'd had a smoke, and it was a nice feeling to do it again.

"Fire?"

That makes him laugh as he reaches for his Zippo and holds it out. Jason sounds like a ten year old on his first smoke, unsure of what to do.

'Yeah.

...new to this?'

Jason grabs it and flips it open with an easy flip of his wrist, lighting the cigarette with ease.

"Nope."

He takes a deep drag, sighing; then flips the Zippo closed and offers it back. "Just been a long, long time."

'So why start again now?'

He takes the lighter back and idly plays with it, flipping it open and closed, flicking the flame on at random.

'I'm told its bad for you.'

"Why not?"

Jason takes another puff and lets it trickle out his nose.

"What's it going to do, kill me? I'm a werewolf; 's not like I'm gonna get cancer."

'Werewolves don't get sick?'

He didn't know that.

'Any other advantages?'

He snickers. "What, other than being faster, stronger, and more indestructible than your average human?"

He waves the cigarette in the air. "But no, our metabolism and body temp are too high, and shifting will usually clear up any other issues." Usually. There are things that even they can't fight.

"Heightened senses is a given, I think. But every other were I've met not from my world is different."

'Having a too-high body temperature wouldn't hurt you though, would it?'

He doesn't see how. Not like anyone's insides are going to melt.

He shrugs. "Don't know; never tried it. But before a shift I can get a temperature spike of..." he thinks about it for a moment and says, "108 I think."

Another puff. "Not that I'm really planning on pushing my limits."

'You do it by choice?'

That's what it sounds like.

'Why?'

"The temp spike, no; our bodies just do it. We just have control over shifting, except the full moon. The Doc explained it all to is once, but I don't remember all the details.". He grins. "My body does what it does and that works for me. Why question it?"

'Fair enough.'

He shrugs a shoulder.

'I was just curious. I've never really had the chance to ask an actual werewolf myself - I usually just get told to stay away from them.'

Which generally makes him want to go find moe more.

"Usually a good idea. Some of the others I've met here don't keep their more human consciousness when they turn, and even my kind has trouble when they're new."

It could be the nicotine making him more amiable, but he's amused that he and Ramon are having an actual conversation.

No one's more surprised than him. Admittedly, he hadn't had a problem with Jason until he tried to kill Bianca. But that was a long time ago and he's not the type to hold a grudge, right?

...oh. Wait.

'I dind't know there were different types. I thought one werewolf was pretty much the same as another.'

Funny: the two of them never had any direct issues with each other, but they have problems with each other all the same.

"Aside from differences in power,so did I. Until I came here. But that's Milliways for you."

It probably says a lot about them, that.

'Are you powerful?'

He opens a new pack of smokes and lights another off the end of the one he's holding.

'Compared to the others.'