Ramon's in an opposite corner, talking to a small man - smaller than he is, even - wearing a grey suit and a fedora that's pushed on to the back of his head. A cigarette hangs loosely from the guy's lips and no one touches him; it's like there's a forcefield about a foot wide all around the man. Even Ramon, who respects virtually no one in the world, appears to be speaking politely and judging by the way two pairs of dark eyes are looking in her direction, he seems to be having to explain what she's doing here.
The man looks away and Ramon glances at the floor, then at the centre of the ring of men that's gradually been pulling together. The fights are starting, two big guys start hammering at each other and it takes less than ten seconds for first blood to be drawn. He squeezes his uncle's shoulder in a rare gesture of affection and heads off to lay his bets on himself, dropping around five thousand dollars in five minutes. That done, he heads over to where Fiona's perching, smoking a cigarette and looking calm. Two men, and his brother, follow in his wake.
'No trouble?' he asks her, leaning against the drum and watching a fighter spit teeth. Hector hands him the whiskey bottle. He takes a swig and offers it up to her. 'Raul thinks there will be.'
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Date: 2010-02-27 09:58 pm (UTC)The man looks away and Ramon glances at the floor, then at the centre of the ring of men that's gradually been pulling together. The fights are starting, two big guys start hammering at each other and it takes less than ten seconds for first blood to be drawn. He squeezes his uncle's shoulder in a rare gesture of affection and heads off to lay his bets on himself, dropping around five thousand dollars in five minutes. That done, he heads over to where Fiona's perching, smoking a cigarette and looking calm. Two men, and his brother, follow in his wake.
'No trouble?' he asks her, leaning against the drum and watching a fighter spit teeth. Hector hands him the whiskey bottle. He takes a swig and offers it up to her. 'Raul thinks there will be.'