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[latino_menace]

One of the good things about the time difference between here and home is that you can get utterly wasted one day, go home and recover for three days and come back looking like you're immune to hangovers. Ramon likes that. And he's here again now, reading a Portuguese local newspaper that he picked up this afternoon. The headline reads something

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[not_one_drop]

She stalks over, inspecting him. No heavy traces of alcohol, and she smiles as his blood sings to her - sweet and powerful and special. Not your average mortal.

But tonight is about savouring, not tasting, so she licks her lips and tries for a smile.

"Ramon."

[latino_menace]

He doesn't even look up at her. He remembers their last conversation and isn't happy about it.

'You again.'

[not_one_drop]

"You expected someone different?"

His annoyance amuses her, and there's laughter in her voice.

"I have money, for you."

[latino_menace]

'I do talk to other people occasionally, yes.'

His eyes flick up now, and it's his turn to look pleased.

'Well, tough. I don't have the gun with me tonight. You should have got the money when you said you would.'

[not_one_drop]

She starts smiling and ends frowning.

"You could get it."

Sits, nails tapping restlessly. She wants to hunt.

[latino_menace]

'Si. I could.'

The implied but I'm not going to doesn't need to be spelled out, it's right there in his tone.

[not_one_drop]

"When will you have it?"

Watching him, not disguising the want on her face.

[latino_menace]

Ramon shrugs. He sees how much she wants it and therefore, will toy with her for as long as possible. Serves her right for what she said to him last time they spoke.

'I don't know. Next time I come in, I suppose.'

[not_one_drop]

"And when will that be, mein liebster?"

Tersely, drumming her fingertips on the table.

[latino_menace]

'Don't call me that,' he snaps irritably, because what is it with her and the fucking endearments?

'It'll be whenever I fucking feel like it. You let down your end of the bargain, don't expect me to run after you now.'

[not_one_drop]

She frowns.

"I did not. I simply said I would get the money."

[latino_menace]

'And I was here, with the gun, the next day.'

He's pretty sure they settled on the next day. Memories are a touch hazy at the moment.

'And you didn't have the cash. Deal with it.'

[not_one_drop]

Pauses to collect herself.

He's a human, a mortal, and an insolent one at that. Kill him and be done with it.

No.

"Is there a set time when I may have it?"

[latino_menace]

Ramon sighs and is tired of baiting her with it. It's not like he cares whether she uses it to kill Sands or not.

'When do you want it?'

[not_one_drop]

"Soon."

That's all.

"I'm hungry."

[latino_menace]

'Then eat something.'

No sympathy.

'The bar provides blood.'