Ramon Salazar

He has no idea how long he slept for. or what time it is. He just knows that it's hot, he immediately wants a shower and there's a considerable amount of pain if he so much as breathes, let alone moves.

That's OK though, he can handle that. There are ways of coping with that. But the conversation with Random last night comes flooding back and that's a whole other story. He has no idea what caused that reaction, or how to make it better but knows that he can only do it by talking to him.

He doesn't appear to be in the bed though, and that's not a good sign.

The Malfoy woman has been in the cells for four days and so, Ramon is once more watching Angela. If he's honest with himself, he's a little pissed off about letting her go. He can't help entertaining the thought that it might be nice to just shove a corpse back through the door to the bar. That's what usually happens in situations like this.

Not worth it. He's been constantly reminding himself of that for the last two days. It's worked well enough - and now he's just waiting. The spiked drink he'd given her a couple of hours ago contained rohypnol and he'd dropped a mild valium in there as well. He wants her nowhere near coherent or thinking straight when he goes in there to get her.

He's watching now to see that she's properly gone. As soon as he's sure, she'll be going home. Or well...to the bar anyway.