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[latino_menace]

Ramon's back in the bar again after managing to sleep for about an hour or so. Saying that he looks a mess would be something of an understatement.

Twelve hours to go. He's wondering how much he can drink in that time.

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[someonesdog]

A glass of good whiskey with rocks appears in front of him.

There's no note, but there is a blonde woman in a high fantasy guards uniform staring at a tankard of beer just up the bar.

[latino_menace]

He stares down at the drink for a moment, then looks around. There only seems to be the woman around, and unless the bar has started giving him freebies...

'Thank you.' He smiles at her but she seems to be staring at her drink.

[someonesdog]

"You're welcome," she doesn't move her head but does look at him sideways. "You looked like you needed it."

[latino_menace]

'I do.' He takes a mouthful and savours the taste for a moment. 'Can I return the favour? You look like you might need one too.'

[someonesdog]

She raises her tankard to prove she has one, but then adds:

"If you want, thanka."

[latino_menace]

He orders her another. 'I haven't seen you around here before. I'm Ramon.'

[someonesdog]

"Angua," she turns to talk to him properly. "Good to meet you."

[latino_menace]

'You too.' He smiles a bit. 'So, are you OK?'

He almost dies in shock at himself. He's never asked anyone that, ever - not for the sake of just wanting to know how someone is.

He throws his whiskey back and orders another.

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

There's a Castillian nearby.

That bastard Ramon is to blame. We survived Q fine, and now this pesky human that I could have killed 50 times over, causes this. My lover and best friend, within 18 hours. I can't let him know. Of course I cannot speak with him anyway. I said I would stay out of it. I just need to wait for Random. He'll have advice, or at least a shoulder.

-and that's all he has to say about that.

[ooc: Mun *Waits for random* Cause random needs to convince him not to leave the bar. If he leaves he'll never come back, and he's very close to doing so.]

[latino_menace]

[OOC: *pets Andres* Poor dude. He's had a totally shitty day. But don't let him leave, NOOOOO!]

Ramon looks up and sees Andres. The knowledge of what he's done to this man is burning him, and its worse when his eyes can physically see some of the effects of it.

It's been a couple of days since he slept properly and he's not up to this. He turns back to his whiskey. If Andres wants to talk, fine but he's not about to invite more stress right now.

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

[ooc: His choice not mine. you need aim now so i can flail]

Of course Andres is not going to talk to him. There's only one person he wants to speak to right now. He probably hasn't even noticed Ramon is there.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Rather dark, and rather beautfiful."

That's the quiet murmur from a nearby table. But despite his words to Arithon, he's not so sure anymore.

Random of Amber does not like witnessing the pain of another. Even that of one such as Ramon Salazar.

[latino_menace]

Ramon looks round at the murmur. He's quite relieved to see its just Random, someone he hasn't hurt.

'Dark and beautiful? I'm not interested in talking about Andres right now Random.'

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"You're being offensive, Ramon."

He shrugs.

"I've no interest in discussing your speculation about my imaginary lover, nor any other 'creativity' of yours."

His eyes are heavy.

"One would think you'd have learned enough by now to respect those with magic."

[latino_menace]

Yes, he can feel he is and he swears liberally in his head. But he does think it supports his idea that Random knows about him from Andres, although he really doesn't care right now.

He frowns though. 'Creativity? I dont know what you mean.' He throws some more whiskey back, aware that he's starting to hurt physically as well now...he's gone through four bottles of hard liquor since this started and still cant pass out.

He looks at him with as much curiousity as he can muster. 'Who told you?'

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"I knew."

He cocks his head.

"Don't trouble yourself to react for appearances sake. Frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn."

[latino_menace]

He forces himself to think for a moment. 'Oh, the cards, right? They must be some actual use where you come from then.'

He's glad that he doesn't have to bother with anything that resembles normal social behaviour, and glad that Random doesn't care. He can't hurt him if he doesn't care. 'So what else do you know?'

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish. Ramon Salazar; terrorist and murderer, the temperature in Ottawa is 16 degrees in the shade, Roy; another victim of AIDS and abusive relationships, and all the lyrics to the latest Dixie Chix hit."

He shrugs.

"Weird things, on and off, like remembering a dream. If I'm not looking to know."

[mogget_cat]

*An albino young man walks up to Ramon's table, smiling only slightly. Green catseyes glint in the firelight.*

Good day. Would you walk with me a while? I believe we have matters to discuss.

[latino_menace]

[OOC: Hee! Unreal! And apologies for last night]

Ramon looks up and recognises the man at once. As far as his new conscience is telling him, he hasn't hurt this creature but he's still not in the mood for any more stress. He's not sure he can take it.

'I'm not having the best day ever Senor, could we talk another time? Although I'm not sure I know what we have to discuss.'

It's said politely. He's smart enough to know that this guy is powerful.

[mogget_cat]

*The young man's look doesn't change, nor does his voice. Both continue to be light and almost friendly. His eyes, though, are another story.*

We need to discuss something I mentioned to you when first we met. And as for you not having the best day ever? I know, and it will continue not to be the best day ever.

*He puts out a pale hand and holds Ramon's wrist. To another it might be a friendly gesture. This is not.* Walk with me.

(ooc: S'okay. Though some headsup would have been nice.)

[latino_menace]

{OOC: Sorry, found out at last minute myself. This'll have to be slowtimed for the next couple of hours, got visitors.]

He tries to think about what the man said to him. He knew he'd told him the rules of the bar, but beyond that? He didn't know.

He looks down at the hand on his wrist, and tries to pull it away on instinct. 'I'll make myself available to you tomorrow. I've got enough on my mind right now.'

He's still polite but is confused, and distracted by other things anyway.

[mogget_cat]

*The grip on his wrist tightens like a vice. There is a distinct feeling of tiny wrist-bones grinding together.*

I insist.

[latino_menace]

He clenches his teeth against the pain and glances at his wrist, then up at the man.

'Fine.' He slides off his chair. He's not even really considerng what this guy wants, distracted as he is by his other problems. And the threat of a few minutes ago has been lost already.

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael leads Ramon out the door by the wrist, and they begin walking around the lake, towards the treeline.*

*conversationally* Have you seen our lake? It really is quite beautiful. A friend of mine made all this: the lake, the trees, the stars here.