Faraday watches Vasquez flop around like a half-dead fish out of water, and he can't help but be entertained by the sight, snorting out a laugh. Vasquez is absolutely throwing a wager his way, and Faraday's always had a nasty habit of taking most bets that come away, assuming they're interesting enough.

"Only fool right now is you, amigo," Faraday says, voice warm and amused in spite of the insult. "Way you're goin' on now, you're gonna get yourself shot in the head, even without that bounty on your neck."

He reaches over, plucking up Vasquez's hat and dropping it on the other man's face.

"Sleep off that liquor," he instructs the other man. He adds with a faint edge of exasperation, "And quit callin' me those names if you're not gonna tell me what they mean. You're gettin' on my last nerve."