"Now c'mere!"

The man wrapped an arm around your shoulder, his right hand grabbing a glass of whiskey, which he was drinking pretty fast from.

It was no wonder that after the mission had been successful, all the men and women wanted to celebrate.

"Now... y'know that guy, uh, Martin or.. I don't know, he can eat my ass for all I care, but HE told me you had a good voice, and that is cool. We've been tryna do this.."

Vicente took a long sip from the glass, most of the liquid falling to the ground due to his rather not very good precision.

"I forgot the name, but it was a song about ee."