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Ramon has been finding life almost too chilled recently (he's not good with too much relaxation). And what better place than Milliways to fix that? It also lets him get a ride in so he's outside the bar with Blanco tethered to the paddock fence. Normally he doesn't bother with rubbing him down himself but he needs the activity and he intends to go for a long, fast ride after this.

He'll be back in the bar with a brandy afterwards and is botherable in either place.

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She's okay with that. If she weren't, well, hell, she'd be in a lot more fights than she's in now.

"Took over America," she answers, grinning a little. "Nothing too spectacular, outside of finally getting married, by an Elvis impersonator. You?"

Yeah, she likes both of those things.

'Taking over America is something you do a lot then?'

If it doesn't class as anything too spectacular.

She shakes her head a little, putting one of the guns together and then leans back in the chair.

"Shouldn't have to do it too many times, if you do it right. Tony's in the White House now, and has been for a few months, so, you're lookin' at the First Lady."

To her, it's just another heist that she's helped Tony out on. Nothing out of the ordinary, although the take's bigger than usual.

"Little killing, little blackmail, and bam, renewing my membership in the mile high club in Air Force One."

Post-wedding, of course.

'I'm not sure if 'congratulations' is the right word. It doesn't sound like much fun.'

He's totally lying. All that power? He'd be in heaven.

He smirks and swirls his brandy in his glass.

'You should loan me Air Force One. That's a notch I'd like to have on my bedpost.'

Her eyes slide over to him. Of course he's lying.

She knows people like him. Hell, she is a person like him.

"Tony get's these silly notions about being president, and what can a girl do, but oblige him." Because you know she's not getting any perks out of this at all.

Oh no.

"I'm sure there's a few notches you'd like to have, Ramon. How's that Fiona of yours?"

Oh, that was said way, way too sweetly, as another gun gets put back together.

'Should have taken the job yourself.'

He's a chavanist but he thinks a woman could be President of the United States. It shows what regard he holds that country in. Also, he's pretty sure it'd be easier to do his job with a woman at the helm in America.

'Fiona's fine.' He looks her over again. 'You're suggesting I'm not picky?'

He's offended. Only, y'know, not.

She shakes her head, "Didn't want it. I'm not a fan of politics myself; rather get stuff done the old fashioned way."

And ironic. She still loves the touch of irony...like killing the Secretary of State with a under wire. That was nice.

She looks back at him with a grin. "Hey, what do I know. Maybe she's more...hmm, what's the wording to use...interesting in the sack than she was when I met her with her clothes on."

His ever-ready smirk reappears and is bigger than ever.

'She's definitely interesting in the sack.'

Oh hell yes.

'When did you meet her?'

Edie has the words 'Rode Hard and Put Away Wet' rolling around in her head, but refrains.

Instead, she crosses her legs.

"I'm glad she keeps you entertained, hon," she says, a matching smirk as those words continue to roll around spreads across her face. "Good to know she's good for something besides metaphorically pissing on trees."

She takes the first gun back apart.

"Met her when you did your stint as a tree," she says, as if that also is common. "Made a...interesting topiary, if you don't mind me saying."

His face darkens. That particular week isn't something he likes to dwell on.

'She decided to sit there for a week, I didn't ask her to.'

Not that he could of. He was a tree.

'So you didn't like her?'

"There' s very few things I'd sit outside in front of a tree for for a week, and I'd have to say Tony'd be the top of that list."

In that respect, she has to give Fiona credit.

"I won't say 'didn't like her'...I'd say closer to, well, we're just not compatible as friends. She seemed to have this idea that I was tryin' to steal you away from her. Don't get me wrong, Ramon, handsome you are. Vicious, you are...but I've got my own handsome, vicious man...and I want to keep that."

Ramon looks down at his brandy glass for a brief moment.

'She doesn't really like any pretty woman that thinks I'm handsome.'

Normally because he has really bad impulse control.

'You're exclusive with your man now? When we met, you were in a resolutely open relationship.'

She shrugs. "It's more of a matched set thing now," she says. "I made a deal that if there's anyone else, it's a threesome situation with him in there too. That's fine with me; keeps him from sleeping with people I don't approve of."

Like Nina.

He smirks, a touch cattily.

'Doesn't that mean you fight about whether it's the turn of an extra man, or woman?'

He's vaguely envious. Fiona is resolutely against sharing.

She smirks right back. "You'd think that, wouldn't you? But no...we're both...pretty...hmm...omni-sexual. If a person plays their cards right, and likes us both...then it's alright."

They get into some really, really kinky shit.

'Sounds to me like you should just orgy all the time.'

Yep, envious.

"The trick of it is, to find people that aren't going to make too much trouble when it's time for them to get the hell out," she says with a grin. "Seem to think that if we invite them to bed it gives them something beyond breakfast the next day."

It doesn't. Granted, they both have friends they've slept with, and stay in contact with. It's just more rare for that to happen.

"And Tony has a knack for picking up taken women."

An eyebrow goes up.

'Tell him to stay away from Fi, hmm?'

Not that he has any worries that she'd cheat but he'd still have to go and have a talk with the man, which would only end badly for all involved.

She chuckles, "I don't think that's going to be much of a problem, but I'll be sure to mention it to him. Plus, no offense, but I don't want to sleep with her."

And now with the deal he made himself, he can't sleep with anyone she won't.

'Why? What's the matter with you?'

Seriously.

"Hate sex gets really, really boring after a while," she says, chuckling.

She leans back and pulls one of the strawberries out of the sparkling wine, and takes a bite.

"She reminds me of someone from back home, and that's the biggest thing."

Syl. Yeah. That'd be just, gross and bad.

He has to concede the point on hate sex. Great the first time or two, then the hate gets stronger than the desire.

'Fair enough. I'm sure she'd be pleased to hear it.'

He finishes his drink and stands up, stretching a little.

'I'm going to go see what she's up to.' Talking to attractive women always gets him hot. 'I'll see you around.'

She smiles and nods easily to him. "See you, Ramon. Always a pleasure."

And with that, she takes another bite, sets it back in the wine, and starts to clean one of the guns.

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