Vasquez lets out a snort that edges close to ridicule, seeing as he doesn't know where any of the sense in what Faraday is saying. "What happens if I steal too much of your money, hmm? You steal it back in the middle of the night, I steal, then you steal, but we all get it," he points out. "So long as you don't gamble it away."
It's like he doesn't intend to end up gambling, too. While he might not be as quick to the cards, things happen when he drinks and his resistance starts to fold under him rapidly. He has a bad feeling that his better sense is going to fold in other ways, but his denial is helping shroud that awareness.
He puffs on the cigar a few times, exhaling perfect smoke rings, before he puts it out on the chair and stands to his feet, gesturing for Faraday with a 'come here' gesture of his fingers. "Let's see you stand," he coaxes. "If you are well, then I will send you to buy ammo and food. If not, maybe two, three days for me to do it." He looms over Faraday, one hand on the wall behind the bed. "You can still charm alcohol from people, si? We will need plenty to drink."
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It's like he doesn't intend to end up gambling, too. While he might not be as quick to the cards, things happen when he drinks and his resistance starts to fold under him rapidly. He has a bad feeling that his better sense is going to fold in other ways, but his denial is helping shroud that awareness.
He puffs on the cigar a few times, exhaling perfect smoke rings, before he puts it out on the chair and stands to his feet, gesturing for Faraday with a 'come here' gesture of his fingers. "Let's see you stand," he coaxes. "If you are well, then I will send you to buy ammo and food. If not, maybe two, three days for me to do it." He looms over Faraday, one hand on the wall behind the bed. "You can still charm alcohol from people, si? We will need plenty to drink."