If Faraday ends up introducing him to Henrietta, it won't go over well. He doubts that she'd understand the sharp jealousy that he'd pour into his words and it's not like he can tell her to stay away from Faraday because he has no claim, so maybe it's best if they stay acquaintances from afar, before something happens.
Besides, he has the barkeep to focus on, an easy distraction both because of the ease he has on the eyes, but also because he's the man responsible for their drinks and the food order he'd placed. What's strange, though, is how Faraday acts.
"I told you that I could be very charming," he says as he sips the whiskey and lets out a low laugh of delight when it is incredible. Apparently his flirtations have found their mark this time and paid off. "Let him think he is my friend until he brings me food piling the plate, whiskey as good as this," he says, feeling like a weight is pulled off his chest.
There's something else happening and while Vasquez isn't stupid, he is occasionally the kind of hopeful that is. Something is going on with Faraday. Shifting closer, he moves a hand to Faraday's bad leg, to the knee, and offers the lightest squeeze to get his attention.
"What?" he asks. "Did he act like a jackass when you were here before?" Annoyance hits him next, because if Faraday can cozy up with Henrietta, then why can't he have a civil conversation (even if it's borderline flirtatious) with someone else. "What do you care, when you have your pretty girl flitting over you?"
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Besides, he has the barkeep to focus on, an easy distraction both because of the ease he has on the eyes, but also because he's the man responsible for their drinks and the food order he'd placed. What's strange, though, is how Faraday acts.
"I told you that I could be very charming," he says as he sips the whiskey and lets out a low laugh of delight when it is incredible. Apparently his flirtations have found their mark this time and paid off. "Let him think he is my friend until he brings me food piling the plate, whiskey as good as this," he says, feeling like a weight is pulled off his chest.
There's something else happening and while Vasquez isn't stupid, he is occasionally the kind of hopeful that is. Something is going on with Faraday. Shifting closer, he moves a hand to Faraday's bad leg, to the knee, and offers the lightest squeeze to get his attention.
"What?" he asks. "Did he act like a jackass when you were here before?" Annoyance hits him next, because if Faraday can cozy up with Henrietta, then why can't he have a civil conversation (even if it's borderline flirtatious) with someone else. "What do you care, when you have your pretty girl flitting over you?"