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[latino_menace]

When Ramon was lounging around this afternoon, it occurred to him that it's been a week and a half since he was let out of the cells and he hasn't been down to the bar yet. And he can't have that because it looks weak and also, he has to get out of bed some damn time. Change of scenery for a few hours won't hurt. So he distangled himself from Fi,

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[glenview7537]

Ramon would be surprised: even the good guys hold a grudge.

For long times and to dire consequences, even.

But, that is not here and now: Marlowe does not really know anybody involved in the mess, and most likely would deplore the way Kate Barlow and Josiah Scurlock handled the whole situation.

For starters, Mexican standoffs are dumb: you do not pull a gun to wave it around.

Anyway... Philip Marlowe, private detective, takes a seat nearby and orders bourbon, ready to start relaxing after a long day of work: his suit is a bit rumpled and there is dust on his shoes and hat, but it seems to simply add to his hardboiled looks. He is not a cop, but he is not a criminal either, and Ramon might take a guess based on any experience with meeting private detectives.

Even if they did not 'meet'. Yet.

[latino_menace]

He doesn't think any 'good' guys (he's not sure there even is such a thing, just a difference in perspectives) are capable of a proper grudge. They just don't have the stones for it.

That aside, he casts an eye over the guy and then nods at him in acknowledgement. It's been a few weeks of hardly talking to anyone, being sociable isn't going to kill him.

[glenview7537]

For the most part, Ramon is right.

Marlowe nods back, raising his glass in a greeting. "Good evening." Hat goes off, and he is officially off the clock.

[latino_menace]

'You a cop?'

It's a guess but can't be far off the mark, he thinks. They all look alike anyway.