Vasquez gives Goodnight a faintly amused look, remembering now that they're not close friends and Goodnight isn't Faraday. He can't just be mean and have it laughed off and have something mean said back. "I was poking fun," he says. Mostly, there might have been a sliver of him that had meant it, but really, for the most part, he'd also been teasing.
"My clothes were wrinkled, but in a good way," he says, lifting his drink to sip it as he gives Goodnight a mischievous sparkle of a look, knowing that they're only approaching the part of this conversation where the tables are bound to turn on him. "Go on, ask your questions, so I don't run my mouth into the barrel of your gun."
He knows there'll be questions, might as well get them over with.
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Date: 2017-11-16 12:56 am (UTC)"My clothes were wrinkled, but in a good way," he says, lifting his drink to sip it as he gives Goodnight a mischievous sparkle of a look, knowing that they're only approaching the part of this conversation where the tables are bound to turn on him. "Go on, ask your questions, so I don't run my mouth into the barrel of your gun."
He knows there'll be questions, might as well get them over with.