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[latino_menace]

This is the first time he's spent any proper time in the bar since the...uh, incident with Demeter. He's been staying away for the sake of his blood pressure because to say he's been living in a permanent state of simmering fury would kind of be understating it a bit.

He's down tonight because his restraint has given out. There are certain people he wants to find and they're not going to magically knock on his door upstairs. So here he is, in a booth with a good view of the rest of the bar, a bottle of tequila at his elbow and no inclination to move until he gets what he want.

Other people are, of course, welcome to come and try to distract him.


[OOC: 2am and slowtime there must be! Fab threads everyone, thanks. Will pick them up tomorrow. :D]

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[notaphony.livejournal.com]

There's a familiar face who might have her eyes on him.

But her glances don't suggest she's familiar with him, exactly, and rather than a recognizing expression on her face, it's the new curious kind.

[latino_menace]

It doesn't take long to notice her and he stares openly back at her as he pours himself a shot. Everything about his body language is challenging tonight; it's just that sort of mood.

'Yes?'

[notaphony.livejournal.com]

"Something wrong?"

She knows there is, but the tone of her voice suggests otherwise.

[latino_menace]

'Many things,' he says, shortly.

'One of them being you looking at me like that.'

[notaphony.livejournal.com]

"Well, that's interesting, because I didn't think I was looking at you in any special way."

She fishes a cigarette out of her purse and then starts to dig around for a lighter.

[latino_menace]

He tilts his head, regarding her coldly.

'What's wrong with you? And where have you been?'

[notaphony.livejournal.com]

"Nothing, last I checked."

She's looking somewhat confused by his questioning as she finally lights up.

[justcallmefee]

He carries a grudge like nobody's business, she's found out. She's given up even trying to distract him. And she doesn't really want to know the details of what he's plotting, because it's clear, he's plotting something.

She half-wonders if this is what Michael must feel like when she goes off on one of her tears. Strange being on this side of the equation.

She gets a bottle of beer from the bar before joining him, sliding into the booth without even asking. "Any trouble?"

[latino_menace]

'Unfortunately not.'

She's one of the few people he wouldn't scowl at for sitting down uninvited. She doesn't need to ask.

'What're you up to?'

His eyes never leave the bar as he speaks.

[justcallmefee]

She slides closer to him, her hand coming to rest on his thigh. He's warm and solid, and he's right here. (Feels like sand slipping through her fingers.)

"Can't sleep. Feels like -- storm's coming. Something bad, anyway."

[latino_menace]

'You psychic?'

He thinks you don't have to be psychic to see the writing on the wall. Anyone who knows him knows what sort of thing is likely to happen next.

[justcallmefee]

She shakes her head, giving him a look. "Just know my gut's all in knots, and the last time I felt this way, I barely got out of the country in time."

Her expression silently asks if she needs to get her passport in order.

[latino_menace]

He smirks, though there's no humour in it, nor sarcasm either. It's dark.

'It'll be fine. Don't worry.'

[ofthosegoodold]

[OOC: I'm not around for good just yet, but I will be later tonight.]

"Mr Salazar." Did Applegate actually approach, or is he just there all of a sudden, leaning against the boothback across the table from Ramon?

The answer to that depends on how closely Ramon has been watching for people other than the ones he wants (and doesn't want) to find.

"You're looking better. Much less . . . wooden."

You'd never know from Applegate's smirk that this is something of a disappointment to him.

[latino_menace]

[OOC: Not a problem, slowtime is everyone's friend. :)]

At that remark, the man is made a liar. Because Ramon's face is suddenly doing a remarkable job of imitating something wooden. Something wooden in a really bad mood.

He pours a shot and drinks it before gracing it with a response.

'Who the fuck are you?' is the eloquent reply, and really, it'd be hard pressed to sound more furious.

(There's something familiar about the guy. Like...he saw him in a dream. Or a hazy memory from years ago, only the face fits the grounds outside and Ramon knows where he's 'seen' him before.)

[ofthosegoodold]

"The name's Applegate," he answers, as cool and unconcerned as if Ramon had greeted him with a smile and a plate of cookies.

That's all Ramon gets, as Applegate waits to see if he recognizes the name (and tries to figure out what it is about Ramon that isn't quite human; it's become something of a game he plays in Milliways, to search for differences and similarities in the types of magics here).

[latino_menace]

'Why should I care?'

He doesn't ask how the man knows his name. As far as he's concerned, everyone does.

[ofthosegoodold]

"I take it Miss Glenanne didn't mention me then?" he asks. "No, I suppose not. I was just curious."

Whatever it is, it isn't intrinsic. It's more a part of Ramon than the tree transformation was, but it's not something he was born with. Applegate can't seem to get any further with it than that. Not enough exposure to Milliways, he thinks, not yet.

[latino_menace]

'We've been a bit busy. Catching up, you know how it is.'

The suggestive tone of his voice probably expresses very well what that means.

'WHat are you curious about?'

[song_tra_bong]

[ooc: laaaate but hopeful :D?]

"Hey."

Mary Anne slides into the opposite side of the booth, careful to keep his view of the room clear.

She knows that look and she is definitely not leaving him unsupervised.

Look what happened last time.

[latino_menace]

[OOC: Always available for MA! :D]

'Hey.'

He nods briefly and automatically fills a shot glass for her, slides it over.

[song_tra_bong]

She downs it like a reflex.

"How's things?"

Stupid question, but she has to start somewhere.

[latino_menace]

He looks at her for a moment, as if to say are you nuts?

'Better than they were last week.'

And then some.

[song_tra_bong]

"I'd certainly hope so."

She pours the next round.

"Met Fiona."

[latino_menace]

He eyebrow shoots up. There's a question on his lips, then he realises he already knows the answer.

'And no one died?'