She arches an eyebrow at Ramon's creative approach to handwashing, then takes the bottle from him to try it out herself.
"Okay, new question: you interested a place to relax, or is loud and crazy okay with you?"
She sets the vodka bottle on the edge of the pool table, then crouches down beside the man Ramon knifed in the beginning. His shirt--a black, button-up long sleeve--is the least destroyed of any of the one's on the dead men, and certainly less destroyed than hers; between Kostya's blood and her own, she looks a little too nightmarish to be going anywhere in public.
With practiced efficiency, she peels the shirt from his body. Slipping her own over her head (with only a slight wince at the pull against her wound), she puts his on; she has to knot the bottom at her waist and roll up the sleeves, but other than that, it's a serviceable fit. She keeps her back to Ramon until she stands up, re-dressed; he's got a nice view of her tattoo during the process, but not much else.
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"Okay, new question: you interested a place to relax, or is loud and crazy okay with you?"
She sets the vodka bottle on the edge of the pool table, then crouches down beside the man Ramon knifed in the beginning. His shirt--a black, button-up long sleeve--is the least destroyed of any of the one's on the dead men, and certainly less destroyed than hers; between Kostya's blood and her own, she looks a little too nightmarish to be going anywhere in public.
With practiced efficiency, she peels the shirt from his body. Slipping her own over her head (with only a slight wince at the pull against her wound), she puts his on; she has to knot the bottom at her waist and roll up the sleeves, but other than that, it's a serviceable fit. She keeps her back to Ramon until she stands up, re-dressed; he's got a nice view of her tattoo during the process, but not much else.