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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[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.