[ Honestly, Vasquez is partially debating heading right for the door instead of just the bar (but that's probably thanks to the tequila in his system). The unnerving part of this is that he usually is tossing some sort of well-meaning insult Faraday's way, endearing as they may be intended, but rarely (ever?) does he give himself over to something so... affectionate. Their latest mission was the exception, obviously, but that had been part of the role.
This? Far less so.
Jenny gives him a scrutinizing look as he reaches the bar, but since he's not visibly wobbling or slurring his words, she takes his order. She seems comforted when he asks for a gin and tonic instead of more tequila.
The drink takes a little longer than the simple shots, and it gives Vasquez time to sort through his thoughts a little more coherently. If he's lucky, Faraday won't find the right translation. However, since that seems highly improbable, he just has to hope that Faraday will... leave it alone.
(Or maybe they should discuss what happened? Wouldn't that be for the best?
Fuck.)
Vasquez runs a hand back through messy curls, leaning against the bar as he waits for his cocktail. Promptly, Jenny presents him with his drink, offering a sympathetic smile. ]
Don't finish this one too quick, huh?
[ He flashes her a reassuring smile, then (almost reluctantly) goes back to join Faraday at the table. ]
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This? Far less so.
Jenny gives him a scrutinizing look as he reaches the bar, but since he's not visibly wobbling or slurring his words, she takes his order. She seems comforted when he asks for a gin and tonic instead of more tequila.
The drink takes a little longer than the simple shots, and it gives Vasquez time to sort through his thoughts a little more coherently. If he's lucky, Faraday won't find the right translation. However, since that seems highly improbable, he just has to hope that Faraday will... leave it alone.
(Or maybe they should discuss what happened? Wouldn't that be for the best?
Fuck.)
Vasquez runs a hand back through messy curls, leaning against the bar as he waits for his cocktail. Promptly, Jenny presents him with his drink, offering a sympathetic smile. ]
Don't finish this one too quick, huh?
[ He flashes her a reassuring smile, then (almost reluctantly) goes back to join Faraday at the table. ]