The barkeep is a very handsome man who has his attentions, but the truth is that Vasquez finds himself answering questions a little shortly, wanting them to be over, wanting to get back to the table and Faraday. Still, he doesn't want to rush away, so he leans over and makes sure that they're going to get the very best whiskey, murmuring a low, gracias, guapo to him, sliding his fingers back. When he returns to the table, he has a bottle and glasses in his hand.
Faraday looks upset, though why, Vasquez has no idea. "I see your girl came back to see you," is his annoyed comment, gesturing to the red mark on Faraday's cheek, settling in a chair where he can sprawl, facing the door (and as a consequence, the barkeep, who he tosses a smirk and a wink as he lifts the whiskey bottle in thanks before pouring glasses for the both of them).
"This should be better than the last bottle you got," he says, tapping Faraday's glass against his own before setting it down in front of him. Henrietta is not the only one who can grease up someone with pretty smiles and loose touches.
When he wants to be, Vasquez can be plenty charming. It's just that travelling with Faraday, he had no use, because the other man never seemed to mind when he threw him an insult. In fact, he seemed to even like it, so Vasquez just never stopped, peppering in the sneaky affections that he can.
"Don't even think about bringing her back to the room, guapo," he says, for the second time in as many moments, but apparently, that's not such a good thing, because the barkeep is serving some of the tables and hears, drifting by to give them a searching look, very clearly drawn by the nickname.
"Is everything fine?"
"Everything is perfect," Vasquez guarantees with a charming grin, squeezing his forearm gently enough to assure, but firm enough to tell him that he shouldn't ask any more and should return to the bar.
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Date: 2017-12-11 03:04 am (UTC)Faraday looks upset, though why, Vasquez has no idea. "I see your girl came back to see you," is his annoyed comment, gesturing to the red mark on Faraday's cheek, settling in a chair where he can sprawl, facing the door (and as a consequence, the barkeep, who he tosses a smirk and a wink as he lifts the whiskey bottle in thanks before pouring glasses for the both of them).
"This should be better than the last bottle you got," he says, tapping Faraday's glass against his own before setting it down in front of him. Henrietta is not the only one who can grease up someone with pretty smiles and loose touches.
When he wants to be, Vasquez can be plenty charming. It's just that travelling with Faraday, he had no use, because the other man never seemed to mind when he threw him an insult. In fact, he seemed to even like it, so Vasquez just never stopped, peppering in the sneaky affections that he can.
"Don't even think about bringing her back to the room, guapo," he says, for the second time in as many moments, but apparently, that's not such a good thing, because the barkeep is serving some of the tables and hears, drifting by to give them a searching look, very clearly drawn by the nickname.
"Is everything fine?"
"Everything is perfect," Vasquez guarantees with a charming grin, squeezing his forearm gently enough to assure, but firm enough to tell him that he shouldn't ask any more and should return to the bar.