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Amberite in the bar.

He's curled up in a booth, reading Shakespeare.

'King Lear.' Why do you ask?

Random's waiting for someone.

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He stares. Then laughs bemusedly. 'Actor, tumbler, fool, sea-dweller, terrorist...and now dancer. Anything you don't do?'

hre eats a bit, completely uninterested in the food. 'If you're over nine thousand years old - what did you start doing? Can't have started life as a wandering entertainer.'

"Um... if I think of it, I'll tell you."

And the best part about that is that he's completely serious.

"I started out as an assassin. It was a suitable area in which to train a prince."

Ramon just nods because he's secretly adding great in bed to the list too.

'Oh.' Not really a lot a person can say to that. He's not about to pretend to disapprove, because he doesn't. and it would be ridiculous anyway. 'Being a prince isn't enough? I thought you all just had to sit around and look regal or something.'

"Hah. Never in Amber. It's a violent place- the training's all that's kept me intact so far."

He smiles, tipping some soy sauce onto the rice.

"And if you sit around looking regal, it's practically screaming 'throw something sharp at me now!' what with all the other... 'Princes' around."

He pushes his food around some more, but just takes a drink. 'What's it like apart from being violent? Just like a regular city?'

"Nope. Beautiful old medieval castle on a hill. Drawbridge, moat, the whole shebang."

He sets his chopsticks down, and leans back in his seat. His voice is full of affection.

"One road winding through an enchanted forrest leading to the gate. Rather like something out of a fairy tale."

The affection is obvious as Random talks and he has to admit, the place sounds nice.

'You sound like you like it there. it must suck to be forced to move away.'

"I do. If I play my cards right, I'll get back there some day."

He shrugs, pushing the remaining teriyaki away from him, and looks up at Ramon.

"Where do you call home?"

'If your family sorts itself out you mean.'

He pours another drink and shrgs. 'I have houses and property all over South America. I move around them a fair bit, and just call whichever one I'm living in 'home'. It's more convenient that way.'

"That's intelligent, though I imagine I'd find it hard. And yes, if things in the linneage turn out the way I hope, I'll make it back there soon."

He cocks his head.

"Do you want to drink that? I've got champaigne waiting upstairs, you know."

He shrugs again, drinking faster. 'Some people don't like it I guess but I dont care where the hell I live.'

He puts the empty glass down and raises an eyebrown with a leer. 'Champagne? Well, its only right and proper that it gets drunk, seeing as we're celebrating your birthday and everything.'

"Well, I should hope so."

He slides out of the booth and stands, stretching.

"You'll help me, of course? Champagne, drunk alone, is rather flat, I find."

Ramon stands too, again shamelessly enjoying the view as it stretches in front of him. He waits until he's filly extended, then steps in and places his hands on the thin hips. He waits until the strtch is done, then kisses him quickly and lightly.

'Of course I'll help you. Don't want anything to be flat.'

Random just laughs at the shameless opportunism, and returns the kiss.

"Come on then. It's just up here."

He steps backwards, and sets off at a quick walk towards the stairs leading to his room.

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