OOM: Drugs. Just say Yes!

[latino_menace]

Ramon's been a little busy, recently. There's been some interest, from a certain party, in the product that made him very rich and very powerful.

So while Random's otherwise occupied, Ramon's in their old room in the bar, taking the chance to cut some more from his pure supply.

He works fast. He's good at this sort of thing.

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[latino_menace]

'It's a religious ceremony. Or at least, it started off that way. Now its more about giving presents and getting drunk and eating a lot but I prefer that sort of holiday anyway.'

He empties the last of the baking powder and throws the box in the trash, reaching for some powdered milk. He's thankful the process of diluting the shit with sugars was done yesterday, this is just about beefing up the actual quantities. Easy work.

'Technically about celebrating the birth of Christ.'

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim considers this.

Or pretends to be considering this.

What he is actually doing is ferreting a bag from the corner of the desk into his cloak while Ramon is busy reaching for the milk.

"Interesting."

It's suddenly becoming a lot more boring in here, compared to how interesting things might potentially be out there.

"Right, then. I'll just... be off, shall I?"

[latino_menace]

He glances up, and nods. 'Sure. I'll be down later after I've showered this stuff off me. Random'll have a fit if I don't.' He's wearing gloves but still. 'We can get a drink or something if you like.'

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"Sounds good." He edges towards the door. "See you there, Ramon." And thank you very much.

He is out the door again. The curious thump-thump-dingle! sound follows him down the hall...

[latino_menace]

He raises his head at the sound, and frowns. What the fuck is that?

He shakes it off and goes back to work. He's nearly done, then all this shit can get cleaned up and he can take the stuff back to his home. So he continues, happily oblivious.