Vasquez scowls when Faraday reprimands him like that, like it's so easy for him to admit to something that wound up being a lie anyway, but he's grateful that the topic is being dropped. Lighting up his smoke properly, he lets it dangle between two fingers, blowing out smoke with derision at Faraday's suggestion. "For one, guapo, I'm much handsomer than you," he starts with a glint of mischief and amusement in his eyes.
One day, Faraday is going to meet another Spanish speaker who's willing to translate all of Vasquez's little endearments and then he will be in deep shit, but for now, he enjoys this.
"And two, if I did that, someone would end up shot," he guarantees, not sure whether it would be a warning shot to one of the girls, someone who might sell him out, or Faraday himself for being so stupidly frustrating. He takes off his hat and runs the fingers of his free hand through his hair, reclining back on one elbow. "You really think that I would be so ignored?" Hand over his heart, he clucks his tongue. "You're hurting my feelings, guero."
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Date: 2017-10-10 03:07 am (UTC)One day, Faraday is going to meet another Spanish speaker who's willing to translate all of Vasquez's little endearments and then he will be in deep shit, but for now, he enjoys this.
"And two, if I did that, someone would end up shot," he guarantees, not sure whether it would be a warning shot to one of the girls, someone who might sell him out, or Faraday himself for being so stupidly frustrating. He takes off his hat and runs the fingers of his free hand through his hair, reclining back on one elbow. "You really think that I would be so ignored?" Hand over his heart, he clucks his tongue. "You're hurting my feelings, guero."