Ramon Salazar (
latino_menace) wrote2006-07-07 06:01 am
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OOM: Mary Anne again
From here...
Ramon feels just a little light-headed as he opens the door to the house in Portugal. Probably just his body getting used to having blood again after losing a few pints. Or maybe it's just shock...but it doesn't matter, because the only thing he wants now is a drink, regardless of whether he should or not.
And one other thing. There's something he needs to see, though he'll never admit it. It can wait a few minutes anyway because he needs to get the blood off his hands first...and he's pretty sure that Mary Anne wouldn't mind a drink either.
'Still like tequila?'
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"Shit."
Her first thought is they've wasted good booze.
The second is they don't have enough coordination to clean up glass without hurting themselves.
The third is that there's a child sleeping a couple rooms away.
Or there was.
"You think he heard that?"
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The he in question asks, bleary and sleepy, with his stuffed black kitty held firmly by the tail in one hand.
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'Fuck,' he says again. Then gets up and steps over the puddle, going over to pick him up.
'Glass on the floor Martin, you'll cut your feet.'
Pause.
'Do you know where your dad keeps a brush?'
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He comes up with eventually. In a mix of "sleepy" and "wtf, pai picking me up?"
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Which closet is the next question, but he figures he can work that out on his own. He looks over at Mary Anne on the sofa now and wanders over, plumping Martin down next to her.
'This is Mary Anne, Martin.'
And to her.
'Keep him off the floor while I locate more drink and a brush, please?'
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She sets her glass down on the table and turns a little to get a better look at Martin. This is just shy of weird and she's not exactly sober, but she attempts to put on her sober hat for this one.
"Hey, kiddo."
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"Girls have tetões."
Ladies and gentleman: Martin of Amber, half asleep.
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"Yeaaaah, they do."
New topic, quick. "Nice cat."
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He informs her, then hugs the kitty and buries his nose in its fur,
"Like pai. Kitty from Hel."
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"Yeah, it is like him. Kitty have a name?"
Her money's on 'Kitty,' but it never hurts to ask.
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He gives her the "what are you on?" look. Its a kitty. Why would you name a kitty unless you had more than one.
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Still, he gets it free eventually and wanders back in, holding another bottle of tequila which he hands off to Mary Anne.
'Not getting another one until you lose that one, Martin,'
he says, completely missing the context of the conversation.
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Tequila secured, she makes a dismissive noise. "Martin wouldn't lose it, would you, kiddo?"
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The appropriate response here, it seems, is to bury his face in the Kitty's side and not say anything.
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Shit.
It's important right now, in his head, to not let Martin be sad. Random wouldn't like it. So the brush is dropped and Ramon reaches down to him, picking him up and trying to move the cat away from his face with a gentle push.
'Whass' matter, filho?'
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He informs Ramon, seriously,
"Won't lose kitty, either."
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He doesn't get why the boy would be so defensive about it, not recognising really that it's his behaviour towards him that's made him so.
'And you've been very good about not losing the toy.'
A half-smile, and he sets the boy back down next to Mary Anne. He glances to her, and shrugs a little.
'He's a pretty quiet kid.'
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She looks back down at Martin, smiling faintly. "He's a good kid, though."
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'Yeah, he is.'
He's not mine though. Never that.
He picks up the brush again and takes a stab at sweeping again, somewhat subdued.
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'Here.' He tosses a bag to her. 'And go ahead and open that bottle if you like, I'm still thirsty.'
Martin is picked up and Ramon sits down with him on his knee. Making an effort is easier when drunk and chilled.
'You been back to Vietnam recently?'
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She shakes her head. "God, I haven't been back in...two months. I snuck home for a little while with Gorlim about two months ago."
The realization is a little stunning; she soothes the shock with a little more tequila.
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He picks up his drink, takes a sip, and eyes the child he's holding.
'Want to try a bit, Martin? It'll put you off for life.'
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He informs Ramon, with a yawn,
"Not for Bugs."
And then, in the way of kids,
"Is she a daddy?"
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"Erm...not so much, sunshine. I'm...What the hell am I, người yêu?"
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