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here...Ramon feels just a little light-headed as he opens the door to the house in Portugal. Probably just his body getting used to having blood again after losing a few pints. Or maybe it's just shock...but it doesn't matter, because the only thing he wants now is a drink, regardless of whether he should or not
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"Of course. Don't suppose you could point me towards a sink, though?"
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'Yeah, this way.'
The place is understated in the way that the immensely wealthy can afford, but it's still very human. Some of Martin's things lying on worktops, a drawing of his attached to the fridge by Random. But still, tidy. He hasn't been letting the place go to the dogs just yet.
He points at the sink and pulls a towel from a drawer.
'Knock yourself out.'
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"This place is beautiful," she says, attempting to clean under her nails. "The beach right there..."
It's weird trying to make chitchat with his blood on her hands, but she's trying.
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He drops the towel next to her and opens a cupboard, pulling down a fresh bottle of tequila.
'Yeah. Been in my family a long time. I bought it because Random,' he hesitates, just now remembering that he'd told her that Random isn't here. But maybe she'll just think that he's out for the evening or something.
'...liked it.'
Two large glasses are filled. Screw dirtying up the things and screw polite amounts of the stuff too.
'You want a mixer?'
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