OOM: Fight

[latino_menace]

It's been coming since the day they met and Ramon knows it. Right now, he can't think what took him so long. Because Sands needs to be taught a lesson, he's needed it for ages and it can't be put off any longer. There's only so long he can play nice.

Ramon exits the bar in a hurry, dragging Sands after him. It's dark enough and anyway, he's beyond caring if anyone sees. The thought that he shouldn't be doing this is drowned under waves of long-supressed anger, ignored to be dealt with later.

He lets him go eventually, when they're near the lake bank, a hard shove pushing him away. Then he spreads his arms wide and his face twists into a snarl.

'Come on then. You've been pushing for this, come and get it if you've got the guts.'

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[latino_menace]

Ramon shoots him an exasperated look.

'Hey look, I don't like it either. But if he keeps getting in my face, what am I supposed to do? I just told you earlier on that I can't stand people pushing without doing something.'

Really, his restraint has been pretty remarkable up until now.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"I'm not blaming you. I'd smack the guy around, too. It's just bloody stupid that in a place as big as this, two people can't just leave each other alone."

He's not happy about it. Clearly.

[latino_menace]

He continues to stare at him.

'I haven't willingly sought his company...ever, I think. Maybe once. I'd be perfectly happy to leave him alone but he keeps coming after me.'

He sounds exasperated but it's only half true. After all, this way he gets to beat him around.

'He'll be sorry for it eventually. After he's paid.'

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"I don't doubt that."

Gorlim takes a deep breath. He might just have to go have a chat with that guy.

Or send a certain someone he's acquainted with to do it.

Someone who looks very much like him...

The thought briefly crosses his mind that Ruin might indeed prove useful in the end. The Narrative removes the Dark Lord chuckle.

"We should go back now probably," he mutters.

[latino_menace]

'Yeah, I guess so.'

He suddenly thinks that he'd like to drink more. Just sit on his own and drink until this whole evening has disappeared. But he'll probably go home instead.

And if he knew what Gorlim were thinking? He'd love it. He'd laugh. Alot.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim wordlessly turns towards the bar and starts walking.

He could use a drink or six too.

[latino_menace]

Ramon follows in silence, still fingering the knife in his pocket with a bleeding hand.

Sands'll keep. For a while.