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The door swings open and a cloud of marujiana smoke enters the bar. Well...it precedes Ramon anyway, who is standing in the doorway smoking a fat joint and wearing a bemused smirk on his face. He's also wearing somewhat flared old jeans (circa: 1978), a white T-shirt and leather jacket. And aviator shades.
Obviously this is the height of cool and you should all know it. He saunters over to a booth where he lounges in a very drug-lord-in-waiting kind of way, knocking back a stream of straight tequilas and slowly working through his spliff. Please to be ignoring the gun in his waistband and the telltale glint of silver from his sleeve when he stretches an arm to knock ash onto the floor. They're not important. The only important things to know are - if you're female, he's checking you out. If you're even halfway hot, he'll likely hit on you. And if you're male, he's probably looking as though he's about to smack you.
[OOC: Will be here until about 1am GMT, after which slowtime will have to kick in. And slowtime has to happen as Work in 5 hours time. Love to all though, y'all rock! *flees for bed* :D!]
Obviously this is the height of cool and you should all know it. He saunters over to a booth where he lounges in a very drug-lord-in-waiting kind of way, knocking back a stream of straight tequilas and slowly working through his spliff. Please to be ignoring the gun in his waistband and the telltale glint of silver from his sleeve when he stretches an arm to knock ash onto the floor. They're not important. The only important things to know are - if you're female, he's checking you out. If you're even halfway hot, he'll likely hit on you. And if you're male, he's probably looking as though he's about to smack you.
[OOC: Will be here until about 1am GMT, after which slowtime will have to kick in. And slowtime has to happen as Work in 5 hours time. Love to all though, y'all rock! *flees for bed* :D!]