[ Vasquez watches Faraday leave (maybe too intently, if he means to be honest with himself). It's hard not to appreciate his partner, given who Faraday is and how he looks, but for the sake of their professionalism, Vasquez has made a concentrated effort to cordon Faraday off somewhere outside of his own interest. Vasquez didn't have too much time on Faraday in Statesman, but Faraday is still the most effective partner Vasquez has ever worked with. They get each other, as much as they may gripe and harp on every small inconvenience. They're a well-oiled machine – and Faraday is surely the closest thing Vasquez has ever had to a real friend (a friend he legitimately trusts).
What kind of an idiot would fuck that up?
He's lost in the staring, tracking Faraday with his eyes as his partner retrieves the new pair of drinks. He straightens up more naturally when Faraday returns, drawing his tequila back in front of him. ]
I do not think it will be our livers that do us in one day.
[ Vasquez manages a crooked grin, trying to project ease instead of focusing on his tangled-up thoughts. ]
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What kind of an idiot would fuck that up?
He's lost in the staring, tracking Faraday with his eyes as his partner retrieves the new pair of drinks. He straightens up more naturally when Faraday returns, drawing his tequila back in front of him. ]
I do not think it will be our livers that do us in one day.
[ Vasquez manages a crooked grin, trying to project ease instead of focusing on his tangled-up thoughts. ]