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[latino_menace]

It had been very late when they'd got in the night before, and fatigue from travelling had messed them both up to the point where they didn't even look around the place when they arrived. There had been quick showers and then they'd just fallen into the large bed in the master bedroom, wrapped themselves round each other and passed out.

It's late morning now though and its hot, because they hadn't turned the air conditioning on last night and sun is blazing through the uncovered windows. An Australian summer knows how to bring the heat.

There's a shift and a sleepy grumble from Ramon, but he doesn't wake just yet. Random? Well, who knows with him...

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He squirms, so he's lying on his back, and leans down to give Ramon a short kiss, because it's still too hot to get too close.

"We'll take a two seater. Now lets start exploring this place, while the asprin starts working."

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'Mmmm...alright.' He doesn't move though, for a while at least. Hey, some things you have to psyche youself up for! But he does eventually and heads out to the balcony outside their bedroom, stopping only to pull on jeans and light a cigarette. There's not another house or person in sight.

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Which is precisely why Random doesn't bother with jeans, only an overly large tee shirt, hanging to a decent level.

The cigarette is stolen without a pause, then handed back to him after a few drags as the nicotine begins to clear up the remaining fuzz in his head.

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He rolls his eyes but only for forms sake because when doesn't Random steal his cigarettes? And it's too hot to stay outside long, so after peering over the balcony to the pool below, he heads back in. A wander round reveals three other bedrooms upstairs although non as big as the one they're in.

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"Why've we got so many?"

Sas the man who's appartment has a bedroom, a small space with an armchair and bookshelf in it, a kitchen, and a bathroom.

"This place is huge."

And yes, he very well may be sort of following Ramon around without point nor purpose, but he's enjoying himself, so...

He's also remembered to scoop the camera off the bedside table, and occasionally snaps a photo.

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Ramon looks at him blankly. 'It's not that big.' Says a man who has about fifteen various residences, all of them bigger than this. 'It's a front, bought as a way to clean some money. No point bothering with a small place for that.'

He looks at Random wandering around with a camera and wearing only a T-shirt and has to grin at the sight. He pulls him in for a kiss, then wanders downstairs.

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Random follows cheerfully, headache gone, nearly tripping on the stairs and catching himself on the ornamental banister.

Which he nobly resists the urge to slide down, insted walking easily down the last steps and wandering into the kitchen.

"Oh my."

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Ramon is searching for an ashtray in the hallway and upon not finding one, opens the front door to flick his cigattet outside. He sticks his head in at the exclamation though and calls out 'What is it?'

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"...um."

Shiny kitchen. Metallic, funny looking fridge, high powered stove, stainless steel pots hung on a designer rack on the wall, everything state of the art and absolutely blinding until Random manages (eyes closed) to grope his way across the room and close the blinds, reducing the glare in the room.

"Wow. Um. Do you think there's food?"

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Ramon walks in and winces also but then nods. 'Si. I asked for it fully stocked.' He opens the fridge and stares at the supplies. 'Of course, neither of us know how to cook any of it, so...' He opens a cupboard or two as well. '...cereal?'

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"I can make some of it."

He goes back into the fride and emerges with...

...an apple. Then finds himself a knife, and some peanut butter, and proceeds to slice the apple, and dipping the same knife directly into the jar, spreads peanut butter on the apple tranches.

"See?"

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Ramon stares at him, wide-eyed in horror. 'Random...' and then breaks off. There are no words. He gets a box of cereal.

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He looks rather confused.

And continues to eat the apple.

He likes it.

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Romon eyes him over a spoonful of shredded wheat, contemplating the weirdness of his boyfriend. After a while, he decides he rather likes that. And then, 'You want to do anything today?'

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"Nothing crazy."

He shrugs, because he's still bloody exhausted, and his brain's telling him it's God knows when, and perfectly happy sitting on the counter, swinging his legs and munching on apple.

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He gets up and deposits his dish in the dishwasher, then goes and stands between Random's legs, putting his arms round him and kissing him. 'OK. I don't want to do a thing, I'm tired.' He thinks. 'Except take the Jeep out for a drive later. I've missed driving.'

He kisses him again, then continues to look around the place. Next to the kitchen there's a dining room - with a table that would seat at least twenty people. His eyes gleam and he calls out 'Come take a look at this.'

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He hops off the counter, and trips into the dining room.

"Ooooh."

It's lovely. Big. Banquet-y.

"I like it. I really do."

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He puts his arm round Random's shoulder and contemplates the piece of furniture. 'It is a nice table. That is not, however, why you needed to see it.' He grins, glances at him, then looks back at the thing. 'I just wanted you to know that at some point during this vacation - we will be having sex on it.'

He grins again, nods at him, and strolls off to investigate the sitting room.

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"Oh."

He stands, staring at it, and a slow smile spreads across his face. Because he suddenly likes the table a lot better.

And then trips after Ramon, into the living room, with an appreciative noise for the view.

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The living room is huge, with a simply enormous television, large squashy armchairs, a coffee table and one wall is practically all glass, with French windows that open out onto the patio and the swimming pool beyond. It's all extremely comfortable, rather than sterile and elegant. He looks around appreciatively, then notices something odd about the two steps at the back of the room. They're wooden and lead up to a door that opens back out onto the hallway...but there are marks on the sides of them...

He grins and walks over, flips a catch and lifts them. He's got hidden places in all his houses, and they're common enough anyway - people keeping their wine cellars out of view, or having secure places for their valuables. He heads down the stairs and laughs out loud - there's a bar and a snooker table, a huge sound system, more seats...people obviously come here to party at times. He approves.

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"Nice."

He tips into an armchair, peering over the edge and down the staircase.

"This whole place is just cool."

Good spot for a vacation. Especially just the two of them.

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'Glad you like it,' he calls back up the stairs. He looks around - there's a phone down here. He picks it up and calls the man who arranged this for him, asking where the stuff was that he'd wanted. The man directed him to the room where he was sitting and wasn't surprised that Ramon had already found it. They spoke for another minute or two, and then he hung up and crawled under the snooker table. He feels around...yep, those tiles were loose. He lifts them and grins at what he sees.

'Random! Come give me a hand.'

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"Kay."

He comes down the staircase in a rush of limbs, feet actually connecting with perhaps three of the steps.

"What's up... with the bottom of the snooker table? Ramon? What're you doing?"

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'C'mere...'

A hand sticks out and it's holding two guns. 'Take those?' Then there's clattering as more are pulled out and hit the tiles, as well as a few knives, a rifle and a heap of ammo. And...fuck!

He crawls out from underneath the table holding a bag in his hand. It's got a note attatched to it that just says 'Welcome home' - he knows what's in it without having to open it. A full kilo - generous of him to say the least. He looks up at Random and shakes his head. 'It'll be coke but I'm not taking any, dont worry.'

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"I should certainly hope not."

He clucks his tongue at him, but he's smiling, because those wounds are healed. And he's holding a gun. Two, even.

"These are nice. May I shoot something? Targets, I mean?"