Ramon Salazar

"Bar at the End of the Universe means you also get front row seats. The whole thing is exploding. Right there."

He winces, here.

"You'll probably find Dworkin with his nose pressed against the glass."

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'Dworkin's a crazy old bastard,' Ramon announces at that point. 'You know that already though. I'd avoid him if I were you, you'll only piss him off.'

Thought that might be fun to see.

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The cheer fades somewhat.

“We’ve met,” he says shortly.

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"Oh fuck" announces Random, succinctly, before looking Sands up and down.

"Well, you're not dead."

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Ramon across at Random, faintly surprised.

'I didn't tell you? Sorry, I meant to. Freaked you out, didn't he Sands?'

Freaked him out too, when they first met. The old guy has that effect.

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Lightly,

“I can think of ways I’d rather spend my time.”

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"That'd be because he is fucking crazy."

He winces.

"And powerful enough to scare the crap out of any being with a head on its shoulders."

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'Probably cheerfully take heads off too.'

Well, the whole family's nuts. Nothing would surprise him.

'Pass the tequila please Random.'

He suddenly thinks that getting drunk is rather a brilliant idea.

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“Crazy as hell,” Sands agrees, grin back in place.

The mention of tequila reminds him of his own, so he drinks it.

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"Here."

The bottle is offered over to Ramon, and Random falls silent, considering carefully.

Things to think about.

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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?'

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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.

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"Fine."

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

"Bit tired."

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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.

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

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

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

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

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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.'

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

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"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."

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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.

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Sands regards him levelly, eyebrow raised.

“Valuable input, sweetcheeks.”

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"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."

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