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[latino_menace]

Ramon comes out of the elevator looking like he's stoned or something. Which is, as it goes, exactly what he is. It occured to him at some point this morning that after his accident the other day, his horse is still on the loose and he should probably do something about that. It took a while to psych himself up to it though and now he's meandering

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[song_tra_bong]

"Ramon?"

Mary Anne drops into a chair opposite his.

"You feeling okay?"

[latino_menace]

'Mmmmm. Fine.'

His eyes don't move from their half-closed state and he only moves his head an inch or two towards her.

'...'llo Mary Anne.'

[song_tra_bong]

"Hey."

Fuck sitting across from him. She shifts immediately to the arm of his chair.

"What happened?"

[latino_menace]

'What do you mean?'

He blearily considers his appearance and demeanour.

'Horse trod on me. I took painkillers.'

[song_tra_bong]

"Fuck."

She rakes a hand through her hair. "You gonna be okay?"

[latino_menace]

He raises one shoulder in a half shrug, unable to care in this state.

'Didn't want any more kids anyway.'

[song_tra_bong]

"Oh, ow."

[latino_menace]

'Mmm,' he agrees, in a disjointed kind of way.

Beat.

And another.

's'alright. Be fine.'

He wasnot letting himself think of possible consequences before he drugged himself and certainly isn't now. So he's not really lying. It's alright for him right now.

[song_tra_bong]

"Alright."

She leans down, presses a kiss into his hair. "Things good otherwise?"

[latino_menace]

He blinks at the kiss then, eventually, nods.

'Fiona gave me an island for Christmas. Bahamas.'

This is a Good Thing. Hot weather! Sun! It's heaven after so long in the bar with shitty British weather.

[song_tra_bong]

"An island," she echoes, half laughing as she tries to wrap her head around it.

"Damn, how do you follow that?"

[latino_menace]

An eyebrow quirks briefly.

'She was following me,' he intones. 'I got her a motorbike for her birthday. And Eva Peron's diamonds.'

The latter was the clincher, he supposes, though she probably gets more use out of the bike.

[song_tra_bong]

The laugh comes easier this time.

"Alright, you definitely won."

[latino_menace]

'She was very clear that it wasn't a competition.'

He may be more stoned than anyone has a right to be (and unconsciously scratching at the needle-mark) but his face still conveys very well what he thought of that notion.

Of course it's a competition.

[song_tra_bong]

"Hey, I won't tell her different if you don't."

[latino_menace]

'I'm not stupid.'

Really, not stupid.

'...you met her, right?'