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There's a terrorist at the bar, having the worse day of his life. Ever. Bar none. And it's his own fault in more ways than one, but in no small part because he asked for it.

So, after not even attempting to sleep, he's back in the bar on a mission to drink until he passes out.

Please, if you're of a sensitive disposition, dont bother him. He'll snap at you and end up hurting himself more. Which he really doesn't want to do. Leave him to his two bottles of tequila and anyone else, please refrain from commenting on the way he appears to be trying not to shake.

[OOC: Second link has warning for disturbing content]

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Oh, christ, he's drunk. This is going to be dangerous.

He's confused. Something is obviously wrong. And whether he wants to or not, he really ought to investigate.

He gets up and moves closer, fighting his anger and embarrassment and fear. You have no reason to be afraid of him. Don't be a fucking coward.

"Having some problems there?"

[OOC: You're evil man! Tell him to take his pain somewhere else! *weg*]

Oh Christ... He can feel this too, the way Castle had been scared into pretending to be someone else because of his actions. It's there in his head, burning him, making him sick. He throws another shot back andpours another one. He just mutters, 'Go away Castle.'

[OOC: Mwa ha ha ha. :)]

He would. He honestly would, but this is his chance to get more information, his chance to do something that might be able to help save Jack and Chase and the others...he's been bloody useless to them thus far and he's afraid for their lives.

"What happened to you? Roy finally wise up and dump your sorry ass?"

Bastard. Fucking bastard...! At least he was able to think the curses - hell, he could probably even say them to Castle because they'd just bounce off. But why the fuck was he bringing up Roy? And why could he feel the man's pain over his friends - the ones that he knew he'd hurt almost beyond any other people.

And this is what it felt like to feel bad about it.

He's breathing heavily and pouring another shot, trying not to let any spill on the table. He doesn't say anything, because he doesn't know what to say.

"Didn't know you were so attached to him," he says carelessly.

This doesn't make him hate Roy any less. It doesn't make him feel any less betrayed on Jack's behalf.

But this...this is bizarre. This isn't like anything he's ever seen from Salazar before.

He's not concerned, of course. If it were anyone else, he might be. He's just confused.

He slams his glass down and takes a breath. 'Nothing to do with Roy. Leave me alone before I...' he cuts himself off. He doesn't think that that would make it worse, but he's not going to risk it.

He feels a sharp stab of fear, eyes widening a little--he's armed, he's going to want revenge for when I drew a knife on him, oh jesus, he's going to hurt me--but stands his ground. He can't show fear.

But it doesn't look like Ramon's going to talk. Probably best to let Jack try to handle him. "Well, if you really insist. I'll let you get back to your cirrhosis-in-a-bottle."

He clamps his eyes shut and a strangled sound escapes because he can't hold it back against the feeling of what he's done to Castle. He hasn't even done that much to him, and it still feels like his brain is being grated.

Thirty Four and a half hours to go...

'Thanks, I'd appreciate that.' And he can't even muster the proper levels of sarcasm.

He's acting like he's afraid of me. What the fuck is going on?

This is starting to freak him out. He's a little bit glad to leave.

And he's certainly glad to see him go, but it doesn't relieve any of the pressure.

He drinks some more.

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