Vasquez wraps a hand around the bottle with a victorious smirk, seeing as he's pleased that he's going to get out of this place and have some liquor to show for it. Gesturing forward, he keeps himself on his own two feet, having learned this tolerance through many long nights.
"I think maybe you need it more than me," he points out, once they finally breach the crowd. "I hate the noise, but I've started getting used to it. Been here almost a year with my wish."
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"I think maybe you need it more than me," he points out, once they finally breach the crowd. "I hate the noise, but I've started getting used to it. Been here almost a year with my wish."