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[latino_menace]

Why halo thar, Milliways. It's been a while for Ramon. After all the trouble, and the resulting surgery, and the cells and then the recuperation, he didn't feel much like coming in. So he's had a month or so on his island in the Bahamas and as a result walks in looking relaxed, his deep tan set off by a white shirt and worn, casual jeans

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[song_tra_bong]

"Well, damn."

Mary Anne grins.

"Don't you look good."

[latino_menace]

'You say that like I don't always.'

Though he does, and knows it. He grins back and pours her a drink.

'Better than the last time you saw me, I'll agree. How're you?'

[song_tra_bong]

"Not too shabby."

She takes a sip of the tequila. "Where've you been to get a tan like that? Your island?"

[latino_menace]

'Yeah. For...about the last month, I think. Maybe more.'

There was trouble. When isn't there?

'Had enough of this place for a while.'

[song_tra_bong]

She makes a soft sound of agreement.

"Sounds like quite the vacation."

[latino_menace]

'Yeah. Well, no.'

He picks up his drink so that he doesn't have to think about what he's saying.

'I was laid up for a while. And then I just couldn't be bothered coming back. Weather's better in the Bahamas.'

As his tan no doubt demonstrates.

'Where've you been? Never see you around any more.'

[song_tra_bong]

She shrugs.

"Around; just don't come in here as much as I used to.

Not as many of the old crew around, you know?"

[latino_menace]

'There are new people. Still assholes mostly but good for a laugh, sometimes.'

At them, not with them, obviously. But he shrugs, accepting that she's got a whole new life now.

'Still in Greece?'

[song_tra_bong]

She nods.

"I just need to get back into the swing of meeting new people. Throw a mixer or something," she jokes.

"Most of the time, yeah. Kicked over to Italy for a bit for the shopping and the food and the ability to punch some mafia guys."

[latino_menace]

'Punching mafia guys is something I imagine would be very satisying.'

They seem like dicks. And he likes punchng people.

'You should throw a party. I'd come.'

Beat.

'Though that might put people off from coming, I imagine.'

He seems very pleased about this.

[song_tra_bong]

She laughs.

"I might have to throw two parties, then. A 'let's be social and meet new people' party, followed by a 'get trashed and talk shit about the new people' party."

The guest list for the second will naturally be much shorter.

[latino_menace]

'Sounds like a good idea to me.'

He grins, thinking of all the shit he could talk about the people he's met recently.

'You should invite me to both. Then all the offended people can go have have a pity-party afterwards and complain about what bastards the old-timers are.'

And possibly there could be a fight between the two. He'd enjoy that.

[song_tra_bong]

She knocks back the rest of her drink.

"And how they're never going to be us when they grow up."

[latino_menace]

'Never going to be anywhere near us.'

He thinks back to some of the shit that used to go on; the fights, the duelling gods, the curses and magic and drunken nights - it's not like that now.

Except the fights. For him, they're still a regular occurence.

'If something happened to this place, I can't think of anyone new that'd be able to step up.'

[song_tra_bong]

She sighs, pouring another round.

"See, that's just proof we can't ever quit showing up. Who's gonna hold this place up to such high standards?"

[latino_menace]

He smirks, picks the new drink up.

'Well, I wasn't planning on leaving but you're right, I couldn't without knowing it'd be left in unsafe hands.'

Beat.

'There's a Scotsman around who thinks he's up to the job. You should meet him, put him in his place. He's a bit too full of himself.'