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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."

[latino_menace]

'Don't I always?'

He smirks because he always does, and sits down.

'Yeah, you're an asshole. But at least he got something out of it.'

[ruinous_fortune]

"A lot of things."

Just not some things people didn't know yet.

And may never know.

[latino_menace]

'He's alive. Good enough. Drink?'

He may think Ruin's an asshole but he thinks that about most people and it doesn't stop him drinking with them. And fuck it, he's got nothing better to do.

'And what's the story with you and the woman?'

[ruinous_fortune]

"A drink's always good."

He leans back.

"Legs? We fuck."

And you won't get either of them to admit differently.

[latino_menace]

Ramon gestures to a rat and sits back, lighting a cigarette calmly.

'You two suit each other. You probably didn't have to pay her or anything.'

A tequila shows up and he shoves it across the table in Ruin's direction, with a sudden, sharp, grin.

'She any good?'

[ruinous_fortune]

"No, I didn't have to pay her," he says a bit more tightly than he likes, and accepts the bottle.

After a long drink, he shoves it at Ramon.

"She is."

[latino_menace]

The tightness of the tone is caught and he frowns, because he doesn't know what it means. Which only really leaves him one option.

'Funny. I was under the distinct impression she was a whore.'

It's mainly to see if it gets a reaction. Of course, he might actually think it as well.

[ruinous_fortune]

"I don't know how you got that impression," he says levelly. "I wasn't aware Julian paid her."

[latino_menace]

He snorts immediately and picks up the bottle.

'Probably the only way he could get laid. I heard you ruined that though. Good fucking riddance to him - there's one way you did your job well.'

He writes off the previous tone as nothing important. Not like he cares anyway.

'So what's in it for you?'

[ruinous_fortune]

He doesn't say 'her'.

"Julian's choice to let her go. Don't know why his panties were in such a bunch. She spent the night with me after he walked out on her."

Ruin shrugs.

"Nothing. When you have eternity spread before you, you need distractions. She also has her own choice before her, and I'm her doorway for that."

[latino_menace]

He would point out that that's probably the very reson wny his panties were in such a bunch but he figures Ruin knows that very well and also, he's all for things that piss Julian off.

So he just raises an eyebrow and puts the bottle down again, for the card to take as he likes.

'She has a choice?'

[ruinous_fortune]

He takes the bottle.

"Random didn't tell you?"