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Mary Anne is pretty sure she's found the right world. That knowledge isn't as comforting as she'd thought it would be.

The trail leads her to a hotel, where she almost drops the ball. The description of the man sounds like Ramon, but the presence of two kids throw her. She almost lets it go.

Almost.

But then she figures the guy could be mistaken, or maybe it's part of Ramon's cover, or maybe...

She follows the lead.

Ramon (she's assuming it's Ramon) did a good job of covering his tracks. But there are still things to point the way: someone cleaned the cabin, stocked it with food. Even false names on rental paperwork are names, and they're names she's seen before.

(Spain, France, Switzerland)

She doesn't think she's assuming any more.

She rents a motorcycle, an offroad number with chunky tires and an engine that growls like a bear. She rides it most of the way up the mountain, before parking it and hiding it off the side of the road. She continues the rest of the distance on foot.

There's a gun in the small of her back, money and ammo in the bag at her hip; knives in all the usual places. She thinks she's right, but it's important to be prepared.

She steps up onto the porch, careful not to let the boards creak, then knocks on the door.

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She smirks.

"I still have that bikini, you know."

'What, with you?'

If only. Though it does give him a nice couple of moments thinking what that would be like.

'It suited you. Not that I really paid attention,' he adds airily and, quite obviously, untruthfully.

"Sadly no. Needed the room for cash and ammunition."

She makes a dismissive noise. "Of course not. You were just checking to be sure I held up my end of the forfeit."

He's grinning widely as he raises his glass to his lips.

'From what I saw,' he says, leering over the rim at her, 'there was nothing wrong with the way you held your end.'

She chokes with laughter on a mouthful of tequila.

"That was a terrible joke and I should have seen it coming, but thanks for the compliment."

He smirks and (you thought I was joking?) tips his glass to her.

'You're welcome. In my opinion, you should wear that thing more often.'
Or nothing at all.
And not that he wants to change the subject - this just brought something back to mind - he asks,

'You been back to Russia since we were there?'

(I know you aren't joking)
and that's the problem
She nods.
and I have to keep reminding myself that it's a problem
"Swung through briefly. Remember those guys we impressed? Did a little work for them to get some cash and some contacts when I started out."

'What're they like? Didn't try to screw you over for being foreign?'
Doesn't have to be a problem anymore.
Some random chick showed up to do work for him, he'd definitely test her ability to stand up for herself. If she couldn't, she'd be useless anyway.
I think.
'They looked sleazy to me.'
Depends how careless you want to be with your emotions. Never any promises from me.

"They were assholes at first," she admits, taking a drink.

"But mostly to be sure I was the real deal.

One of 'em liked to play grab-ass; I broke all his fingers."

He nods approval, both at the men being assholes and her method of dealing with them. Then he puts his glass odown on the floor.

'I have to go clean up before I drink any more.'

And he wants to have a word with himself.

'Won't be long, help yourself to anything you want.'

"Take your time."

She leans back on the couch, stretching her legs out while she nurses the tequila.

'Don't get too drunk,' he throws at her as he walks to the stairs.

In his room, he sits on the end of his bed for a good few minutes, head in his hands while he thinks. Her showing up here is...not as complicated as he thought it would be at first. And this is troubles him, mainly because a) if he goes through with what he wants to do then it'll probably be a lot more complicated in the morning and b) whatever happened to not wanting anyone else?
Never taking this ring off
There are no answers while he sits still. He never gets much worked out when he's not moving. In the shower, it becomes a little clearer
He may never come back
and mainly he's just wondering whether or not he's being a major fucking jerk. But he's never worried too much about that before, has he? She's a big girl. Either way, there is alcohol and more drugs and does it really matter in the end anyway?
Going fucking crazy
Ten minutes after leaving, he's back, this time wearing jeans that are much cleaner and another white T-shirt. He appears relaxed - the downer he took is starting to kick in - and smies at her as he sprawls back on the sofa with a beer.

'Need a top up?'

She laughs.

"Honey, you left me with the bottle."

Granted she's put a dent in it, but she's got a higher tolerance running for her.

"Don't think 'm gonna need a top up for a while."

He points at the other end of the sofa he's half-lying on.

'Then why don't you come sit over here and share it with me? No hogging the tequila in this house.'

"Since you asked so nicely..."

She abandons her couch for his, holding out the bottle after she sits down. "For you."

'Thanks.'

He watches her as he takes it, watches her as he pours it, watches her as he starts to drink it. Not in a creepy way, just...watching.

She watches him right back.

(don't you say it don't you dare)

"...do I have something on my face?"

His immediate response is to laugh, then to bite back his own response. Thankfully, he is more successful than she is because his was a hell of a lot more crude.

He shakes his head, looking somewhat smug, and holds the bottle back out to her.

Mary Anne arches an eyebrow, but takes the bottle back.

"Thanks."

He leans back against the armrest, still looking at her from under half-lowered lids. It's as if the answer to some burning question might be in her face but he can't quite work out what it is.

'Seen Gorlim at all?'

She shakes her head.

"Not for a while, no."

Ramon nods and finally looks away from her. He's fine with it being silent for a while because everything in the room is slowing down a little bit for him. So he watches the fire for a while, before saying, quietly;

'Come to bed with me.'

Mary Anne sets the bottle down, sits up straight.

"Say that again."

There's no question in the words.

It's more like an plea.

His eyes move to her, then he turns his head and sits up too, sideways on the sofa so he's looking right at her.

'Come to bed with me.'

It doesn't need embellishing.

She stays absolutely still for a moment.

act now or lose this chance forever

Then, she lunges through the space between them and kisses him fiercely.