[oom] Room Number 4

[justcallmefee]

The house in the Bahamas is still lacking in a few things, so she'd come back to make a pick up.  She's ticking off a list in her head when she sees him in the hallway, wandering like he's looking for something.  His knuckles are bloody, his eye half swollen shut, and he has one hand curled around his mid section, holding broken ribs no doubt.  He'

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[latino_menace]

He stops and turns his head towards her slightly, trying to make her out clearly through the injured eye.

Oh. Her again.

'What do you want?'

[justcallmefee]

Surly as ever, but for some reason, it makes her smile. She drops into Spanish without even thinking.

"You look like you had fun."

She closes the distance between them, hips swaying, walking right up into his personal space. She hisses in sympathy, one hand touching his cheek as she peers at the ugly wound.

"Jealous husband finally catch up with you, hmm?"

[latino_menace]

He straightens as well as he's able, glaring at her suggestion that any jealous husband could do this to him. And he also speaks in Spanish because his English isn't all that great yet.

'I'm a fighter. It's not a sport for the weak.'

She might be able to see the impact point under his eye that's making it swell; if she knows about such things, she might surmise that he got smacked with a knuckleduster. It would also explain the ribs.

Yeah, he lost this one good.

[justcallmefee]

Her eyes narrow for the briefest second. She does see the tell-tale, evenly spaced slices under his eye. She can guess the rest. (It reminds her of cheering on her brothers on a Saturday nights in the basement of the pub, trying to keep her beer from spilling while the bare knuckle brawl raged around her.)

She'll keep speaking Spanish around him. It feels right.

"You need a stitch in that. And tape for those ribs. Come on. I'll fix you up."

She turns and walks back towards her room.