latino_menace | OOM: Dinner

He stares out the window, fingers lacing very, very tight with Ramon's, a small smile on his face.

Eventually;

"I think I miss going out like this."

Ramon uses his free hand to pour them both a scotch from the minibar. As he hands one over to Random, he says,

'Out in general? Or out in style?'

"In style."

He takes a sip of his drink.

"It's wonderful. You're stunning when you're making people do what you want. I never have the heart to."

'It's not hard.'

People have always done what he wants.

'Just make it sound like there'll be consequences if they don't do as they're told.'

There always are.

'And I know very well that you can make anyone do anything, if you want it enough.'

"I know I could, but."

It's more fun to watch Ramon do it.

"It's nice seeing them bend backwards for you. Half of them are hoping you'll take them to bed and give them diamonds. The other half of them think I must be your rent boy. I like it."

'Yeah, they're all after the bulge in my pants.'

Beat.

He means his wallet. Kind of. Sort of.

'I like it too. It gives them a certain idea of me. They're not wrong either.' He amends that after a second. 'Well, weren't wrong before.'

"Obviously."

One hand slips down, as they pull up in front of the restaurant, to give the bulge a light squeeze.

Not the wallet.

"And there are worse people to be a rent boy for."

'...bastard.'

Not that he minds. There are worse people to be groped by. Anyone else, in fact.

'Damn right though - I give you the good life. And good other things. Now lets go eat so that I can take you dancing. And then just take you.'

He's smirking as he exits the car. Naturally.

"My sugar daddy."

He says it quietly, and with an utterly straight face.

Before rushing up the steps to the restaurant. Wouldn't do to be late for the reservations.

Ramon mock glares at his back and makes a mental note to Have Words with him later. With a physical demonstration of them too.

For now he just follows, catches up to Random and then gives his name to the maitre'd. They're taken to one of the best tables, naturally. Ramon doesn't do bad tables.

'You're going to pay for that later,' he says calmly, as the wine waiter bustles up with his menu.

"You can take it out of me in pounds of flesh."

Mmmm. He'll look forwards to it. But just now, he takes a sip of water, already poured.

"Order us something nice?"

'How about pounding flesh?'

Sounds even better. Ramon flips open yet another menu for the first course and stares at it.

'I don't know how much of this stuff you like. You like oysters or caviar or pate or any of that? I don't know.'

So not a food person. He eats in places like this because it fits the image.

"Oysters are good. Caviar is only good in sushi. Pate's fine, but bland unless it's really good. Just ask for the special, kay? And wine to suit. The waiters know what they're doing."

He turns instead to examining the room, the patrons around them. It's classy. Nice. The two of them aren't getting looks, even though they're black tie.

Well, he's not about to argue with instructions like that. He almost thnks it's pointless arguing anyway - this is one of those joints that make a decorative little pile of food in the middle of a white plate and then charge you a couple of hundred bucks for it. Well. he doesn't care.

The wiater appears as soon as he puts the menu down. The special is ordered without asking what it is and wine is smoothly brought over. Ramon spends his time watching Random examine the room.

'Anything interesting?'

"Not really, not yet. I like places like this. I used to work in a place like this. The chefs are the best. They're overpaid, under stimulated, over trained."

He glances at Ramon with a quick smile, then back across the room.

"The specials are usually best. They get a chance to liven things up a little. Might actually care a little more. I always go for the specials here. Oh, look at that girl. She's set her sights on you, baby."

'You worked in a resturant? Doing what?'

He hadn't known that before. He looks at him, hen turns to find this girl.

'Where? Is she hot?'

"Waiting, obviously. I cut a nice figure in black, and I'm fast on my feet. When I was a lot younger."

He takes a sip of water.

"She's over near the other window. Sparkly red dress. Big breasts."

'Big, eh?'

Oooh. Even better. He turns around without shame, finding her and openly looking her over. She doesn't seem to mind. He smiles in a yes I'm interested kind of way, then turns back to Random.

'She's a dog. You cut a nice figure in anything. And nothing. You having some wine?'

"Is she? I think she's pretty, in an angular sort of way. I would like some wine."

He looks at Ramon's hands.

"What'll happen if she comes over?"

The wine is in the process of being poured - just a taste at first, of course, and Ramon is given the cork to sniff. He does, in a bored kind of way, then has a sip.

'It's fine.'

The waiter nods and fills two glasses, then leaves them to it. Ramon picks his up and looks at Random.

'I don't know. What would you like to happen? She could have a drink with us.'

He waits for the waiter to go, even though the man's discreet enough to not overhear anything, no matter how plainly it's said, before shrugging lightly.

"Please, no."

Why not? You're afraid I'm going to get ideas and want to take her back with us or something?

He just looks at him with dark eyes and says evenly,

'As you like.'

"Thank you."

He's panicking quietly, and hiding it well.

"Pour me some wine?"

He's not hiding it that well. Ramon looks at him, then looks at the wine the waiter poured, then looks back at him.

'You alright?'

He knows he's not. And he doesn't want to be mean, but Random pointed out the woman to him - he's not considering doing a thing with her, even if she were to come over. But that Random would think he might, after the conversation they just had in the museum - it annoys him.

"Yeah, I will be."

He takes a sip of wine, rather larger than he usually would.

"I'm just getting lost in my own head. Tell me something nice?"

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