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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[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

“Both,” Sands replies seriously.

“Plus the fact that th’guy I blindly pulled a gun on few weeks ago is now making me soup.”

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy."

Random glances over his shoulder at the kitchen.

"Don't get me wrong though. I'm surprised too. Last time he tried to make soup there was shouting a lot earlier than this. Burned a hole straight through my pot."

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

“Guess they don’t teach cooking at drug lord school.”

Smirking, he glances across at the kitchen too, just because he can.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Didn't think drug lords had a school."

Beat.


"Ramon! Do drug lords have a school?"

[latino_menace]

Ramon emerges at that point, carrying two bowls of the damn soup. One is thrust unceremoniously at Sands, the other placed in front of Random.

'I don't remember shouting that time. And no. Smartass.'

Quite the opposite of shouting really. But he lets it go and unwraps a candy bar instead, slumping into an armchair casually.

'Sandss, if it tastes bad, tough. And it seems they don't teach manners in spy school either.'

Though considering his own manners right now, he's not really one to talk.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random takes a spoonful of soup, then grins a thank you at Ramon.

"I don't remember much about that time, really."

He rolls his eyes.

"But there you go. This is good, Ramon."

[latino_menace]

'Cans are easy enough.'

He winces as soon as he says it. Because damn, now he hasn't got an excuse not to be able to do it in future.

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

Sands is mostly more interested in the soup than the conversation- it’s been quite some time since he had a proper meal- but still finds the time between mouthfuls to raise an eyebrow at Ramon.

“Corrupt spy, r’mber?"

Stabbing the schooling system inna back one insult at a time!

[latino_menace]

'Oh well, that's OK then.'

Ramon sounds mildly amused at that, but just picks up some pizza, then puts it down again.

'I need a drink. Anyone else?'

There is, of course, always tequila on hand.

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

His face lights up.

“Any tequila?”

...because scary drug-alcohol reactions happen to other people, as far as Sands is concerned.

[latino_menace]

'Of course.'

It wouldn't occur to Ramon not to mix them, quite frankly. Tequila is fetched and three large measures poured. He studiously doesn't look at Random as he does it, because there's bound to be a disapproving look there.

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

Sands takes up his glass and stares thoughtfully down into it.

“Never thought I’d see tequila again,” he says at length, with a short laugh.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"If you say that about every single thing you look at, we're going to be here a very long time."

Just sayin'.

But he's grinning good naturedly.

[latino_menace]

'And we don't want you here that long, amigo.'

Or at all. But whatever.

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

Solemnly,

“Random, your boyfriend breaks my heart.”

He raises his glass in salute, and grins. Because that was a whole sentence!

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Suck it up, princess."

Random transfers himself cheerfully from his chair to Ramon's, pushing him sideways and making room for himself next to/on top of him, in hopes of cheering Ramon up.

"I'm sure you'll get over it."

[latino_menace]

It does cheer Ramon up. He immediately slides an arm round his waist with an insufferably smug expression.

'I'll break more than that if you keep pushing it. Or maybe just spike your drink with some more of the happy pills. Or maybe you'd like that.'

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

Sands rolls his eyes.

“D’you really want to put up with me stoned for any longer than necessary?"

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"You're not so bad."

Random shrugs.

"I promise. I used to be a bartender."

[latino_menace]

'And I've dealt with people more strung out that you.'

He grins and reaches into Random's shirt pocket to pull a pack of smokes free. 'Besides, I didn't tell you I'd give you the same stuff. I do have more interesting substances I could use.'

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

“Perks of being a drug lord, huh?”

He grins- he has tequila, he has eyes. If there must be a Ramon with them, then so be it.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Quit it, both of you."

Random elbows Ramon in the ribs, then leans over to kiss him.

"So, you're seeing fine, though? Spell took?"

[latino_menace]

The kiss is cheerfully returned, and if it grosses Sands out? Tough. He doesn't reply to the comment to quit it, but does squeeze his side slightly in acknowledgement, away from Sands' line of sight.

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

“A little muzzy,” he rubs the bridge of his nose. “But the pills are probably to blame for that.”

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Good."

He grins, and takes a sip of his tequila, looking rather pleased with the whole thing.

"Very good. Any concrete plans forming for this side of the magic?"