He nods once, all business and dark intensity. As he's moving away there's a knock on the door and he picks up his leather jacket from where it's slung over a chair and pulls it on.
'Lets go.'
The man at the door stands around six feet three with arms the size of a small tree. Tight white T-shirts seem to be all the rage in 1979.
'This is Rico,' he says to her casually, over his shoulder. 'Rico, Fiona. She wanted to see me fight.'
The man's face is unreadable, he just nods and holds the door open for them both, locks it after they're through. He's probably used to random women being around. The car has another man in the passenger seat, Ramon introduces him as Pablo as he holds the door for Fi to climb into the back. This guy is small and wiry, covered in tattoos and with really bad teeth. He stares at Fiona, turning his baseball cap around so the visor doesn't impede his view of her. Ramon ignores him for the most part and he swivels back around eventually, as the car pulls out and heads towards the main road which is full of traffic even at this time of the night.
'Is Hector coming?' Ramon asks no one in particular. Pablo nods and the fact that he's wired as hell is probably obvious in the way his head doesn't stop bobbing for a full half minute.
'Juan is picking him up in an hour. Your father asks that you not let him drink too much tonight.'
Ramon snorts and stares out of the window. Hector can do what he wants. After a moment of silence, he says to Fi, 'He's fifteen,' as if that explains everything - their father wanting him fairly sober and him thinking he's old enough to do what he wants.
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Date: 2010-02-26 11:45 am (UTC)'Lets go.'
The man at the door stands around six feet three with arms the size of a small tree. Tight white T-shirts seem to be all the rage in 1979.
'This is Rico,' he says to her casually, over his shoulder. 'Rico, Fiona. She wanted to see me fight.'
The man's face is unreadable, he just nods and holds the door open for them both, locks it after they're through. He's probably used to random women being around. The car has another man in the passenger seat, Ramon introduces him as Pablo as he holds the door for Fi to climb into the back. This guy is small and wiry, covered in tattoos and with really bad teeth. He stares at Fiona, turning his baseball cap around so the visor doesn't impede his view of her. Ramon ignores him for the most part and he swivels back around eventually, as the car pulls out and heads towards the main road which is full of traffic even at this time of the night.
'Is Hector coming?' Ramon asks no one in particular. Pablo nods and the fact that he's wired as hell is probably obvious in the way his head doesn't stop bobbing for a full half minute.
'Juan is picking him up in an hour. Your father asks that you not let him drink too much tonight.'
Ramon snorts and stares out of the window. Hector can do what he wants. After a moment of silence, he says to Fi, 'He's fifteen,' as if that explains everything - their father wanting him fairly sober and him thinking he's old enough to do what he wants.