It was rare Juan Zavala was found in the bar, but that day seemed like an unusual day. He pulled up a bar stool and ordered a drink then sat back a little and looked around the room. A few snippets of conversation caught his attention, and the girl's voice cutting over the lot.
"...What would you say if i was wearing a skirt..? That i look like an angel?""
Zavala responded.
"I'd say anyone has a chance to redeem themselves." He chuckled to himself and wandered over to Lutero. "Just try to be nice. It never harmed anyone, si? And lose the hood, it makes you look like a pretentious arse... No offense."
He turned to the girl. "So before we start making comments about angels, senorita, best we find out who you are. What's your name?"
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