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[latino_menace]

Ramon enters from the front door, which is held open by Fiona. He looks...blank. Which could be good, could be bad. Either way, it's high time for a post coital cigarette and this bottle of Cristal isn't going to drink itself. So he walks away from her without speaking and finds himself a booth, stopping at Bar only to get a towel to finish drying

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[ruinous_fortune]

Ruin watches Ramon from his own table.

A faint, amused expression is plastered on his face.

[latino_menace]

Once Ramon sees him, Ruin gets watched right back. The expression he gets is...blank.

Ramon feels blank just now. All shagged out, perhaps.

[ruinous_fortune]

Blank is interesting.

Blank is not something Ramon has ever offered him before.

And it intrigues Ruin.

He slides out of his chair, walks over to Ramon's booth, and slides in.

"Celebrating something?"

[latino_menace]

He shrugs one shoulder and lights a cigarette. Sweeeet nicotine.

'A whole lot of really, really good sex.'

Discretion, thy name is...certainly not Ramon Salazar.

[cutting_edgex23]

There's someone else with a blank expression in the bar at this very moment. It's a dark-haired girl seated at a nearby table.

She has a half-finished root beer float in front of her, and currently seems to be perusing a series of increasingly detailed maps. Or she was.

Right now her gaze has settled on Ramon, whose scent she has doubtless caught at least a time or two before, and his bottle of Cristal.

"Hello."

Beat.

"You are drinking."

And he has recently had sex. Someone should be thanked for the fact that X feels no need to mention this. Yet.

[latino_menace]

If a blank expression can go more blank, it just did.

'...yes.'

He lights a smoke, eyeing her. She's pretty.

'Well done.'

If she mentions it, she might wish she hadn't. Then again, who knows?

[cutting_edgex23]

"It impairs your judgment," X says.

"Sometimes that is stupid."

She takes a sip of her root beer float. Carefully.

[latino_menace]

'Not always,' he points out, mildly.

'But sometimes, isn't that the point?'

Like tonight, for example! He pours an extra flute and pushes it an inch over the table in her general direction.

'Want some? It's Cristal.'

[latino_menace]

'Almost?'

He laughs and lights a cigarette.

'I think if I'm not satisfied now, I never will be in my life.'

[latino_menace]

'Fucking.'

His beam could light up the bar.

'Lots and lots of really good fucking.'