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[latino_menace]

Ramon is really really really drunk. But that's OK because it's (mostly) countered by the amount of coke he's taken. And so, he's in a booth, with eyes that are far too bright and attempting not to give in to the temptation to just stare at nothing for the indefinite future.

Distractions would be most welcome.

[OOC: Here until around midnight

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[latino_menace]

The sparks immediately get his attention and he stares at them. ...and keeps staring, even after they've gone away. After a moment or six, he blinks and looks higher up, towards her face.

Yeah, his eyes look weird.

'What?'

He's still staring. Just, at her face, as she stares at him. Whole lotta staring going on.

[latino_menace]

'...no?'

What the fuck?

'There's obviously something wrong with you though.'

There is a pause. In normal conversation it would be quite unecessary but the alcohol is confusing him and the drugs are making the active brain cells bash into each other too fast to form a coherent sentence.

'Your hands are fucked up.'

[song_tra_bong]

[ooc: am going to have to run out the door soon, but how could I miss this?]

Mary Anne drops into the opposite side of the booth, putting on her best 'I'm not going to talk about what happened last time, are you?' smile.

She opens her mouth to say hello, but then she takes a good look at Ramon's eyes.

"...I miss the party?"

[latino_menace]

[OOC: No worries! I was hoping they could talk. :D]

'Neverending fucking party, sweetheart.'

Either he ignores the smile or it doesn't register. He blinks though, and stares at her blankly for a moment as a thought seems to be trying to happen.

'I don't think I should talk to you.'

Not like this.

[song_tra_bong]

"Oh.

Okay."

She tenses, but doesn't get up just yet.

"Something happen?"

[latino_menace]

He laughs, just a little bit manically.

'No.'

That's the problem.