OOM: Sands for dinner (not literally)

[latino_menace]

Ramon opens the door from the bar. The first thing Sands will probably notice is the warmth, because they're in Portugal at a hot time. It's late afternoon though so it's not stifling, and the living room beyond the door is large and airy, with french windows that open up onto a garden. Beyond that, beach and sea - the smell of the ocean is pretty strong, even here.

'I hope you don't mind crap for dinner Sands, because neither of us can cook. Unless you can?'

So not above making him do it now he's here. Although given that he and Random are practically carrying him after the drugs he took, there's a chance the man might not be able to hit his mouth with a fork anyway. And he knows he's not feeding him, that's for damn sure.

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[latino_menace]

He tops up his drink liberally, throws the whole lot back and then fills the glass again. Then he screws the top back on and tosses the bottle in Sands' direction.

'Help yourself.'

His attention goes to Random. 'You OK baby?'

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

He catches the bottle smoothly, skimming over the label before he tops up his glass. Taking a gulp, he watches Random and Ramon over the top of his sunglasses.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Fine."

He reaches down, casually lacing his fingers with Ramon's eyes focused intently on nothing at all.

"Bit tired."

[latino_menace]

Ramon's eyes narrow, because Random's not telling the truth. He squeezes his fingers a little bit, trying to get him to refocus. If he doesn't, he's kicking Sands out and getting Random to sleep. Or talk about it, whichever.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random's fingers squeeze back, and he smiles softly.

"Really. Cliched question, Sands, but what's the first thing you're planning to do?"

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

The question, clichéd though it may be, throws Sands somewhat.

“Have a proper shave,” he says eventually, with a frown.

[latino_menace]

Ramon keeps his eyes on Random mostly, but does glance over with raised eyebrows.

'That's it? Just shave? Got to be something more fun that than to do.'

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

“What, you want a list?” Sands retorts sourly. “Everything is more fun when you can see it."

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"This is true."

Random's fingers trail suggestively, hopefully mostly behind his back, and he leans forwards to reach for his drink with the other arm to cover the motion.

"It's Milliways. You'll find something."

[latino_menace]

Ramon, quite frankly, doesn't gove a damn whether he finds something or not. he just likes poking at the guy.

'Can get practically anything there. I'm sure you'll appreciate it more with sight. Forget about shaving, go and get fucking laid.'

In his opinion, Sands needs it.

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

Sands regards him levelly, eyebrow raised.

“Valuable input, sweetcheeks.”

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"He's right. Crude" elbow to Ramon's ribs "but right. Anyhow, this isn't a conversation we're going to have. I... just can't think of a reasonable topic change at the moment, but I'm sure there's one somwhere."

[latino_menace]

He pretends to wince at the elbow but laughs quietly, pulling the man a bit closer instead.

'Well, I imagine it's not easy for you to just go and find someone willing, but there's always the whorehouse they set up. Fine though Random, we'll change the subject - are you going to go to go home as soon as the door shows up?'

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

If Sands finds it strange that the bar has a whorehouse, he isn’t saying anything.

“Yep,” he replies simply.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Drop a note before you do."

He looks him up and down.

"From the sounds of your crusade, you might not be coming back."

[latino_menace]

'Crusade?'

That catches his interest. He's no stranger to crusades, they're usually fun. Or excruciatingly painful. But either way, the outcome is generally good.

'What are you trying to do?'

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

“I’ll be sure to tell you,” he says sharply, but with a bright smile, “if it ever becomes any of your fucking business.”

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Later, Ramon."

They're lovers, they don't keep secrets.

"It's not suitable dinner conversation in any matter. When did Arithon say we should pick up Martin?"

[latino_menace]

His eyes go flat and he doesn't acknowledge Random for a second. He just growls out, 'This is my fucking house. Be polite or get the fuck out.'

And then a glance at his lover. 'Soon. Anytime we want, really.'

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

He cocks his head and simply regards Ramon for a few seconds, looking faintly amused, then downs the remnants of his tequila and climbs- still a little unsteady- to his feet.

“Ask and ye shall receive, sweetcheeks.”

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random, who is too tired to play mediator any longer, stands to open the door back to the bar for him.

"Sleep. Drugs and liquor'll be gone by the time you're up. Ramon, can you get Arithon on please? I want my boy."

[latino_menace]

He nods at Random, standing to retrieve Arithon's tarot card from his pocket. He turns away and completely ignores Sands.

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

“I’ll see you around.”

He grins at that, and steps through into the bar.