OOM: Bogotá on fight night

[latino_menace]

He'd never really thought that Fiona would take him up on his casual offer to come to watch him fight. Not that it seemed like she was full of shit or anything...but she is a woman. They say things easily, they're flippant and don't have the stomach for anything rough.

His opinion of women at the moment is, justifiably he thinks, low. Maria can shoulder a lot of the blame for that.

He always fights on a Friday and this week, he's definitely in the mood to cause some pain. He'd almost forgotten about Fi but when he opens the bathroom door and looks out onto the bar, he figures why not? He can even see her from where he's standing and she doesn't look like she's doing anything important.

'Busy tonight?'

He's never been much good at small talk.

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[justcallmefee]

She watches him as he speaks. There's something behind his eyes that she's never seen before. Some kind of -- understanding, even as he tries to push it down.

Something that died in the older Ramon's eyes a long time ago. (Something that she would kill to see in his eyes.)

"Yes, I know how it is," she nods. "I live each day knowing it."

Claire's face is bright and shining in her memory.

"Even if you know how to take care of yourself, some days it doesn't matter."

She has to stop to brush tears out of her eyes. But her face stays an emotionless mask.

[latino_menace]

'Every day? That must get old.'

It's easier, in these situations (not that he gets into many of them), to smirk it away.

'What happened?'

If this were a normal day, he'd never ask.

[justcallmefee]

If it were any other day, she would laugh and make a joke, play it off as the spicy food. But he asked, and there's something in his voice that makes her answer.

"My sister Claire was coming home from the store. There was -- some kind of disturbance. A march or something, there always was something going on. You learned to ignore it. But the British soldiers..."

She takes a deep breath. She hasn't said this out loud in years.

"Fired into the crowd. She was fifteen."

To this day, it still makes her shake with anger.

[latino_menace]

He taps his finger on the tabletop, thinking. The girl was the same age Hector is now. Would he care if a rival business took out his little brother? If it were a random shooting by some corrupt cop?

He would exact his father's revenge, no doubt. You can't let a thing like that slide. Is that the same thing?

'When was this?'

[justcallmefee]

Her fingers run around the rim of her water glass. It's not like they're from the same world. It's not like it matters. It's history, ancient history.

She swallows hard before answering him. "1986."

[latino_menace]

'Did you fix who did it?'

It's the only thing to do when shit like that happens. It doesn't matter if they're soldiers or not.

[justcallmefee]

She nods, a short sharp gesture. "Yeah, we did. One at a time."

She doesn't feel the need to elaborate on that.

"Took us nine years."

[latino_menace]

'Us? You and your brother?'

See, Fi? He was paying attention when you mentioned Seamus.

'I bet it made it better. Revenge.'

How could it not?

[justcallmefee]

"Seamus, aye. And my three other brothers and my da."

She's just starting to feel the buzz, so another shot seems in order.

"It didn't bring her back, but yeah -- it felt damn good."

[latino_menace]

His eyes flicker over her glass and he vaguely wonders if she can hold her liquor. And somehow he's not surprised to find that she has four brothers. it fits.

'I'm sure Raul will feel the same way when it's done.'

Ramon has never felt personal about revenge. Not yet.

'Though I'm sure he already knows that.'

[justcallmefee]

Not as good as having your loved one back, she thinks, swirling the pale gold liquid in the glass.

"It doesn't help in the long run. You still see their face, still think you hear their voice just in the other room."

Something makes her think she should call Michael when she gets back. She hasn't seen him in far too long.

[latino_menace]

He shrugs, tired and in unknown territory.

'I'll take your word for it. Like I said, the day after, everything carries on as normal. Nothing will bring them back.'

He's reminded himself that it isn't done, talking personally like this. There's only so far you can let the defences down.

[justcallmefee]

One shoulder lifts in a half shrug. She tucks into her food, not wanting to argue the point. (Normal is a lie.) She looks across at his plate, and then up into his face.

"You're not drinking enough."

A tired little smirk curls up the corner of her mouth.

[latino_menace]

'Want me placid later on?'

He smirks and knocks back a shot, then another.

'Or is this part of your plan to seduce me?'

[justcallmefee]

She chuckles under her breath, pushing her plate aside and leaning forward on her elbows, toying with her napkin.

"'Seduction' implies that the outcome is yet to be determined. Are you saying you're still not sure you want to sleep with me, hmm?"

[latino_menace]

'Oh, I think you know the answer to that.'

Hell yes, he wants to sleep with her. All damn night, over and over.

This may be obvious in the way he's raking his eyes over her right now.

'But despite your promise, I don't think you're the kind of woman I can pin my hopes on.'

[justcallmefee]

Her eyes slit for just the barest moment at his turn of phrase.

"Maybe," she drawls. "Maybe I'm just trying to get you so drunk I don't have to put out."

The way she looks back at him, he can guess she's teasing about that.

[latino_menace]

'And I think we both know that's not true.'

He smirks again and takes another drink. He'd have to go through a whole bottle or more to be in a bad enough state to not let him get it up. He picks it up now and offers it over to her.

'More?'

[justcallmefee]

She pushes her glass across to him. Her tolerance is similarly high, but she's smaller. But she wouldn't have lasted as long as she has with him if she couldn't hold her own.

"Just to let you know, I'm not responsible for my actions passed the seventh shot."

[latino_menace]

'You think that's going to get me encouraging you to stop?'

Hell no. Quite the opposite. His grin is akin to a shark as he pours again.

[justcallmefee]

She smiles at him as he pours, taking the shot between her fingertips and drinking it nice and slow this time.

They're alone in this private room, and she can hear the music coming from outside. She stands, pushing her chair back and throwing down her napkin. She holds out her hand to him, hips already swaying softly.

"Dance with me."

[latino_menace]

He regards her once more, from behind half-lidded eyes. But sure, why not? So he has another drink and stands up, takes her hand and pulls her gently to his body.

'You like to move, huh?'

He can get next to that.

[justcallmefee]

"I do," she whispers, her eyes falling to his chest. Her hands caress up his biceps, coming to rest on his shoulders, fingertips toying in the short hair at the nape of his neck.

He's lean and strong, and he knows how to move. She makes a step and he anticipates, rocks with her, and her smile gets deeper. "You're good."

[latino_menace]

'I know,' he murmurs, half his mouth turned up in a smile and stepping again, pressed close to her.

'So are you. But I bet you're better moving in other ways.'

[justcallmefee]

Her eyes fall closed and she sways with him. Her skin still sings with that wild energy, the adrenaline rush of earlier events transmuting into something different, something still simmering with heat and promise, the potential for violence never far away.

"It's all the same moves, all the same dance," she murmurs, her hips following his lead, rocking into him. Pushing him back, yielding to his advance, all at a tempo marked in heartbeats and soft breaths.