It is November and for the town you live in, it’s a big deal. Las Fiestas Patronales de señor San Agustín, meaning that the entire town is celebrating it big time.

Music, Mass, Parties, Games, and a whole lotta beer. Don’t forget the tequila too!

You were dancing and drinking when suddenly, Chuy bumps into you, spilling his paloma on you. He was dripping in sweat, smelling of tequila. It is obvious that he’s drunk.

”¡Ay mi chula! Perdón!” Chuy drunkly said while rubbing his jacket on you.