Vasquez snorts derisively, because asking for a name that sounds like a Mexican one that Faraday will be able to pronounce feels like a failing effort. He wishes that he could speak with less of an accent, but even though he's practiced, he's still not that good at it. "Reyes," he decides, because it's not so bad and even Faraday can manage'Ray-uz' in that drawl of his.
It will make him cringe, of course, but then, most of Faraday's Spanish does that. Trotting at an easy pace, he tucks his hat and most of his identifying materials into his saddlebag, not daring to go for a cigar or cigarette on the off chance someone knows his habit of smoking.
Now that town is in sight, he can feel the swell of excitement, like he hasn't in so long. "What was the tavern like? What about the rooms?" It's been so long since Rose Creek, he likely sounds like a desperate man. Stomach grumbling, a yearning look comes over his face. "I'd give anything for a hot meal."
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Date: 2017-12-07 11:34 pm (UTC)It will make him cringe, of course, but then, most of Faraday's Spanish does that. Trotting at an easy pace, he tucks his hat and most of his identifying materials into his saddlebag, not daring to go for a cigar or cigarette on the off chance someone knows his habit of smoking.
Now that town is in sight, he can feel the swell of excitement, like he hasn't in so long. "What was the tavern like? What about the rooms?" It's been so long since Rose Creek, he likely sounds like a desperate man. Stomach grumbling, a yearning look comes over his face. "I'd give anything for a hot meal."