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[latino_menace]

Ramon comes in for dinner like he does most nights. Today, however, he is presented with a chocolate cake with a candle in it as soon as he approaches Bar, and his usual bottle of tequila has a red bow around it

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[song_tra_bong]

[ooc: this is a ninja tag leading to pretty much immediate slowtime, but couldn't resist tagging.]

There is someone leaning over the divider from the bench behind Ramon's.

It sounds like she's humming--The Birthday Song, to be precise.

[latino_menace]

[OOC: Works for me!]

'Funny,' he says, drily.

Yes, he recognises her voice. No, he doesn't celebrate his birthday. Not often, anyway.

'Want some cake?'

[song_tra_bong]

"Hey, at least I wasn't actually singing."

She climbs over the divider and drops onto the seat. "Sure thing. Pass the fork."

[latino_menace]

'Help yourself.'

He pushes the fork towards her and lights himself a cigar.

'What have you ben up to?'

His tone of voice, if she catches it, has the hint of someone making an effort to keep it light.

[didntseeit]

"Mmm, should I ask the years or just say Happy Birthday?" That would be a quiet purr of a voice, speaking Mexican Spanish. The voice's owner is a couple years older than he last saw her (not that it is easy to tell), bustier, but still seeming to run around in jeans and demure blouses.

Almost a waste, really.

[latino_menace]

He shrugs languidly.

'Ask if you like, makes no difference to me.'

He runs his eyes over her for a moment, then pushes the cake in her direction.

'Want some?'

[didntseeit]

"Of course! It's cake."

[latino_menace]

'Help yourself.'

He pushes his dinner plate aside and unscrews the top off the bottle of tequila, completely ignoring the bow.

'Where've you been? Haven't seen you for a while.'