Vasquez's eyes are caught on Faraday's hand, watching the movement of it up his arm attentively, maybe a little hungrier than he wants to let slip by. He thinks about touching that space with his fingers and in brief, high-speed, panicked flash, imagines his lips drifting over that rough skin. He clears his throat and looks down quickly, picking up his cigar again and using that to keep his mouth occupied with too many puffs, glad the heat is a good excuse for the flush of his skin.
"Back to back, ay? Worked well the first time," Vasquez points out, reclining back in the chair and patting the lasso at his side. "This is still good, doesn't need much strength, just precision."
His shoulders shake with fond mirth for Faraday's talk of his sparkling wit, but the sad thing is? He's right. God, Vasquez wishes he weren't, wishes he hadn't thrown his lot in with this drunken Irish insulting gambler, but what can he say? He never has known what was good for him.
"My life would be less of something, that's true," he says, his glittering eyes locked on Faraday. "So? When do we leave? I'll need to make sure I secure our shares, see that we aren't cheated by Goody's eager fingers."
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Date: 2017-08-08 08:45 pm (UTC)"Back to back, ay? Worked well the first time," Vasquez points out, reclining back in the chair and patting the lasso at his side. "This is still good, doesn't need much strength, just precision."
His shoulders shake with fond mirth for Faraday's talk of his sparkling wit, but the sad thing is? He's right. God, Vasquez wishes he weren't, wishes he hadn't thrown his lot in with this drunken Irish insulting gambler, but what can he say? He never has known what was good for him.
"My life would be less of something, that's true," he says, his glittering eyes locked on Faraday. "So? When do we leave? I'll need to make sure I secure our shares, see that we aren't cheated by Goody's eager fingers."