[To say that he's annoyed would be a severe understatement. He hadn't even wanted to be here, but as soon as he got to the public place with the loud music and the crowds, the strange lights had pulled him in. Unfortunately, as soon as he waded into the fray to try and get through to see what's happening, someone smears him with paint.
It's lucky he hasn't got his guns on, because otherwise, someone was going to also be smeared, but only in a very red color that doesn't glow very nicely at all. When someone else approaches and tries to start tugging off his shirt, Vasquez levels his very best glare.]
Watch where those painted hands go or you might regret it.
ii. nothing like a free meal
[The minute they'd told him that the food and the drinks were free, Vasquez had taken the opportunity to load his arms up, getting himself nicely prepared for a night paid for by whoever was putting all this together. In a way, he even believes he's earned it, with enough decent deeds and the hours he works.
The trouble he runs into has nothing to do with his eyes being too big for his stomach. Vasquez has literally never run into that issue, at least, not since his return from being an outlaw. No, his issue begins when he has a glass of wine in one hand, a beer in the other, and he's trying to balance a plate of food on top of it. Even this works, but then, he shows up at a stall that's doing empanadas and he makes a wounded noise as he looks at his delicate arrangement, then to the food.]
Maybe I am going to need some help.
iii. wildcard
[Suggest your own! Approach him! Prose or brackets good by me!]
Vasquez | ota
[To say that he's annoyed would be a severe understatement. He hadn't even wanted to be here, but as soon as he got to the public place with the loud music and the crowds, the strange lights had pulled him in. Unfortunately, as soon as he waded into the fray to try and get through to see what's happening, someone smears him with paint.
It's lucky he hasn't got his guns on, because otherwise, someone was going to also be smeared, but only in a very red color that doesn't glow very nicely at all. When someone else approaches and tries to start tugging off his shirt, Vasquez levels his very best glare.]
Watch where those painted hands go or you might regret it.
ii. nothing like a free meal
[The minute they'd told him that the food and the drinks were free, Vasquez had taken the opportunity to load his arms up, getting himself nicely prepared for a night paid for by whoever was putting all this together. In a way, he even believes he's earned it, with enough decent deeds and the hours he works.
The trouble he runs into has nothing to do with his eyes being too big for his stomach. Vasquez has literally never run into that issue, at least, not since his return from being an outlaw. No, his issue begins when he has a glass of wine in one hand, a beer in the other, and he's trying to balance a plate of food on top of it. Even this works, but then, he shows up at a stall that's doing empanadas and he makes a wounded noise as he looks at his delicate arrangement, then to the food.]
Maybe I am going to need some help.
iii. wildcard
[Suggest your own! Approach him! Prose or brackets good by me!]