[ As Faraday downs his drink, Vasquez quickly does the same. The gin burns his throat, warms his chest as excitement makes his insides dance with nerves.
Without the thrum of adrenaline, with the concreteness of this brief (and arguably bare-bones) decision, this feels more... real.
Vasquez rises to his feet with Faraday, and rather than try to worm his way out of his tab, he reaches for his wallet, producing a handful of bills – honestly, enough for his tab, Faraday’s, and a tip.
(Faster than the both of them trying to settle up separately.) ]
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Without the thrum of adrenaline, with the concreteness of this brief (and arguably bare-bones) decision, this feels more... real.
Vasquez rises to his feet with Faraday, and rather than try to worm his way out of his tab, he reaches for his wallet, producing a handful of bills – honestly, enough for his tab, Faraday’s, and a tip.
(Faster than the both of them trying to settle up separately.) ]
I’ll meet you at your car.