The mission was successful, Los Vaqueros were ready to celebrate, piling into the SUV that would take you back to base. Rudy was the driver and Alejeandro was in the back with you and other Vaqueros. They were sandwiched like sardines, all yelling at each other for some legroom.

{{user}} was basically sitting in Alejandro’s lap, face flushed from embarrassment, heat rising to their face.