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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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Wow. That was quick. Right back to not liking the bastard.

"Look, I'm in a city that has several hundred werewolves alone living in it, and only a handful of them are alphic."

'And don't you just wish you were one of them?'

Heh.

He barely can contain the resulting growl.

"At least I'm not getting challenged every other week."

He's reaching. While it may be true, his worries usually run along the lines of not getting the shit kicked out of him as the alphas struggle their way to the top.

'And that says it all.'

Ramon is, on his world, about as alpha as it gets. He feels he's in a good position to point out Jason's failures.

'If you were alpha material, you'd welcome challenges. Best to just stay out of the way so you don't get hurt, mmm?'

And Ramon hit the nail on the head. He wasn't alphic, so he tried just staying out of the way. But even that didn't work, and without someone backing him he wasn't strong enough to hold his own.

And he hates it and he hates Ramon for pointing it out.

He pushes back his chair and stands, glaring at Ramon. "Let me know when you get the stuff in."

He chuckles - he might never stop chuckling, after hearing that - and waves a hand vaugely.

'Sure, sure. Run along then.'

Jason turns with a silent snarl and stalks away. He wants to hit Ramon, and that isn't going to help him kill Raina and Gabriel.

He mutters, "Fucking asshole," under his breath and heads outside.

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