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]

'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.