Dive Bar (Rafael/Open/Plot) - The Eagle's Nest

He looked at her.

"Change car to bike and I think I can help you with some of that. You a tequila girl or vodka?"

She snorted again.

"Vodka is for pussies."

For this he smiled and smiled wide.

"Glad to hear you say that."

Her brows rose.

"Why is that?"

He shrugged.

"Because it is. It is what people drink when they want candy flavored drinks or to mix it with juice or soda. Tequila will burn both ways, like you said."

She snorted again.

"I'm not a 'fruity' sort of girl."

"I am getting that impression. I got that idea when I saw you in this bar. So you like the sharp edges. The pain and the danger."

He didn't say it like a question.

She shrugged.

"Depends on where it's coming from."

He looked at her again.

"And where would that be."

She smiled.

"I'm picky about where my edges come from. Trust is a factor."

He looked at her.

"I can understand that. And how about your tequila. Do you care about where that comes from."

She smirked.

"Hell yes. Personally, I like Aha Toro. It's like taking a bite right out of a cactus."

He looked impressed.

"Good stuff. Gran Patron is good to."

She smiled.

"Sometimes. I find that it's a little more harsh than Toro. More chances of being sick later."

He raised an eyebrow.

"You have a problem with Harsh?"

She shook her head.

"No. I have a problem with tearing my throat to shreds."

He chuckled.

"Ava Toro it is then."

She snorted.

"Not at a place like this."

He shook his head.

"No, not at a place like this. We would have to go elsewhere. I know where to get good tequila."

She nodded.

"Lead the way."

He nodded and stood, swinging the chair he had been sitting on back into place. He led her out of the place and into the parking lot, over to an old motorcycle. He looked back at her, seeing if she was still following.

She dropped money for her drinks on the table and yes, followed him out.

Once outside he slipped onto his bike. If she joined him or simply got into another vehicle he would lead her to slightly different part of town. No less a poor part of town but now someplace he fit in better. He drove up to a group of vatos and slipped over to them. One of the older ones came up to them and they spoke quickly and the other man slipped back into the buildings. Within 5 minutes he was back with a bag and a smile.

She slipped onto the back of his bike. Why? Because it was easier. She sat with her hands on her thighs while he did whatever it was that he was going to do, a smile on her face when he returned.

He put the bag with the alcohol in the saddle bags of the bike.

"You want to drink over looking the ocean, somewhere in the woods or.. somewhere else?"