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[ruinous_fortune]

It's been a while since he's had an entrance post.

Today, he's seated in a booth, glass of booze in his hand. His hair is shaggy, his face a little on the pale side, but his eyes still glitter with mischief.

He always welcomes company.

Ruin never seeks people. People seek him.

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[latino_menace]

This particular person would never seek ruin, being the sort that would rather inflict it on others. But Ruin already knows that. Unfortuntely, he's out of sorts at present and also edgy as hell, so when he wanders back from the bar, reading a newspaper, he offers a rather distracted,

'Hi Gorlim. How's it going?'

without giving the guy more than a glance.

He'll no doubt realise his mistake in a minute. Which is fine, as he quite wants to talk to him anyway.

[ruinous_fortune]

"Mmm, I think Gorlim's doing quite well, but him being out of my realm, I can't be certain," he replies before taking a drink.

[latino_menace]

He looks up then, and his eyes narrow somewhat.

'Oh, it's you.'

Hmmm.

'I should probably say 'good job', shouldn't I?'

He's totally not going to, but there you go.

[ruinous_fortune]

"No, you shouldn't."

It wasn't a 'good' anything.

It just was.

"You're looking peachy happy today, Ramon."

[song_tra_bong]

There's a girl-shaped person seeking him out at the moment. She sits next to him, leaning against him without jostling his glass.

"Hey there."

[ruinous_fortune]

"Hey, Legs."

He kisses her temple without thinking.

[song_tra_bong]

She stretches said legs out on the bench.

"How's things? Playing nicely with others?"

[ruinous_fortune]

"Hmm. Not sure. Ramon stopped by. Asked if you were my whore."