White Buffalo Saloon; Port Canaria

[mc_Floyd]

The scream of one of the guards at the entrance echoes through the barroom. A loud clear voice can be heard through the mumbling of the other guests: “I said if you touch me again, I will keep your hand as my trophy”. A woman, tall and muscular was standing there holding the right hand of one guard skewed on his back, his face was grimaced with pain and while he tries to apologize.

Ladron starts smiling when he sees, who the troublemaker at the entrance is.

“But Miss,” the other guard tries to pacify her carefully “we have order to keep this place safe and therefore look for weapons and other dangerous stuff.” “I already gave you my guns, anything else isn’t more dangerous than a bottle in this bar” she smiles, one of those smiles, not meant to be funny.

“Let her pass…” the Comisario is yelling through the bar “I will guarantee for her, Elena come over here”

Elena drops the hand of the guard and the other steps aside. Without appreciating them or the other guests a glance, she walks straight into the VIP lounge. She indicates a salute to greet the Comisario and the Centurion and dumps herself down in the armchair next to Ladron.

He smiles at her: “Elena Loengo, … “ he starts, only now she seemed to recognize the girl in blue holding his arm. She breaks in on his greeting: “What is this” she blames the Comisario with a playful tone “I thought you are a man of taste!”. Promptly he starts winding his arm out of hers and pushes the lady in blue in direction of Martino. “This ehm…nothing ricura, just a loose contact of mine”.

Elena smiles and grabs the tequila on the table and starts filling four glasses.
“Alright, I heard you are here for fiesta…let’s start it!” she raises her glass, shouts “arriba…abajo…al centro…I adentro!”.
Elena drains her glass off the reel - without salt or lemon!

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