[Vasquez spends his time smoking and using the window to get rid of the ashes, seeing as he's not a complete asshole with no care for Reyes' car, but he still wants something to be able to distract himself with. Grinning as they approach Criminales, he gives a nod of his head to indicate how very good of a choice it is.
Only when they're there does he put out the cigarette under his heel, feeling himself dragging towards wanting to sing again, even though he hates it.]
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Only when they're there does he put out the cigarette under his heel, feeling himself dragging towards wanting to sing again, even though he hates it.]
Let me know what'll break you, let me know what to pay you.