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Ramon inna bar. This particular ~~Servant of Evil~~ cartel boss/terrorist isn't in a great mood, due to the fact that it's a certain someone's birthday and he feels like he wants to be really nice to them.

No, the irony is not lost on him. He'll probably end up being horrible to the person because of it, but in the meantime he's in the bar and drinking.

Oh and if your name is Lee Castle, approaching is not advisable. ~~He'll be finding you later anyway...~~

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'No, they want to kill you there too, right? You seem to have a knack for getting people to want to do that. Maybe you should think about why sometime.'

He sips at the wine. He knows that Andres wouldn't give him the satisfaction of blowing up in his face, but it was also fun seeing him keeping calm at all costs.

"Ramon. When you are important, there is always someone who wants you dead."

*poker faced*

'Well I do hope you're right. Knowing that has brightened my day considerably.'

And he grins to prove it. Then he lights up a cigar. 'I spoke to Roy by the way, did I tell you?' He tuts mockingly. 'That was a cruel thing you did to him. I'm almost impressed.'

A shrug and a grin.
"You would be. But don't be impressed. It was far too easy."

'Oh I don't doubt that it was easy - this is Roy we're talking about. But you managed to actually make him grow a bit of spine because of it - he tried to stand up to me because of what you did.'

He pulls at his cigar and his voice is carefully musing. 'I imagine he hurt for a few days after that.'

"Well well, tell the man that I'm glad he took my warnings to heart. "

he sits forward and rests his chin in a hand.
"And somehow, I think I'll manage to with the guilt of harming the poor fool."

'Oh no, you misunderstand. He told me everything you did, and said. It just made him afraid of me. And he said he wasn't physically harmed by you, and he just seemed pissed off that you'd decieved him.' He gives a short laugh. 'No guilt Andres? You'll start to sound like me soon.'

"Oh, I know that he told you. I only intended to scare him. I did not expect him to resist you. That was simply a bonus." *Smirk*

"And,- Oh dear!" He puts a hand to his mouth, mock startled. "Let me run and repent right now." He says facetiously.

Ramon gives a stare of feigned injury, then smirks. 'Repenting is something that people like you do. it's very strange.' And he shrugs. 'He didn't resist for long. And he never will again.'

Not that he's planning on letting Roy back into his bed, but Andres doesn't need to know that.

Andres chuckles.
"Strange indeed."
"But it's probably safer for him this way."

He shrugs. 'Safer for him? Who cares?'

He mimics the shrug. "Certainly not I."

'Myy God, something we agree om. And look, the world didn't explode!'

His eyes are drawn to the observation window and he snickers.

"Does this surprise you? The world doesn't tend to explode when people agree with me. It's when they don't, that we have troubles."

He gets a smirk. 'Well, I've disagreed with you plenty of times and the world out there was exploding then too, so I guess its not a good barometer.

But even not in this bar? I doubt disagreeing would be that hazardous to a person's health.'

Andres shrugs. "Once again we disagree. Perhaps you are right or perhaps I am patient."

He raises an eyebrow at that. 'Threatening me Andres? You seem to do rather a lot of that but here I am, still alive and unharmed.'

"I don't make threats to you anymore, Ramon. It's a waste of time. That was simply a possible explanation."

'I'm glad you see what a waste of time it is.'

He finishes the wine and stands. 'Well, I'll leave you to go back to being a wounded martyr. I have to meet Random.' There's a cruel smirk on his lips. 'It's his birthday and he's got a new bedroom we're going to christen.'

"Congratulations to both of you." *Smile* "Be sure to invite me to the wedding."

'You're a funny guy Andres, should have them lining up for you.' He looks around and then back down at the seated man.

'Oh dear. None in sight at all. Perhaps you'd better work on the jokes.'

And he's off without looking back.

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