Ramon's not had the best
night, and he hadn't really planned on coming in. But here he is anyway, for lack of anything better to do.
Anyone observant may notice a slight looseness to his movements, as though he's drunk. This is because he is. But Bar still serves him up another bottle and he slumps on to a sofa to enjoy it. Well, drink it, if not
Comments 175
Mal perches on a chair near him, grinning to herself as though everything's a private joke.
"Having fun?"
Reply
'Of course I fucking do.'
The glass is emptied.
'Doesn't it look like I am?'
Reply
She tsks lightly under her breath.
"Should take care of yourself. What will Random say when he gets back?"
Reply
'What do you know about it?'
His tone is quiet, but not soft. Rather the opposite of soft, in fact.
Reply
Raina's perched on the arm of the sofa, regarding him curiously.
Reply
'Hi.'
Reply
"How are you doing?"
Reply
He's normally tidy of appearance; good clothes, clean shaven, generally well groomed. Today? He is not. Jeans, T-shirt, not shaved and messy hair - Raina can decide for herself if he's lying or not.
'You?'
Reply
It also occurs to him that he may be able to pry a drink from it. So he slides over, smelling faintly of desert, and smiles.
"I don't suppose some company would go amiss?"
Reply
But then - robes. English accent. Polite phrasing of the question.
Ramon relaxes and shrugs. 'Couldn't give a fuck, amigo.'
He's quite drunk.
Reply
He takes a seat in a chair nearest to the couch and orders a glass of lemonade from the waitrat closest to him.
"You may call me Lawrence. Is that bottle not a tad much, or are you trying to forget something?" It's more of a polite observation than an accusation.
Reply
'May I? Shit, aren't I privileged?'
It's as sarcastic as it could be, but he still follows it after a moment with,
'Ramon Salazar.'
A somewhat grudging introduction.
Reply
Leave a comment