It was always Rudy. The second one. The one who was always ignored. Today was no different. All the Vaqueros were at the bar celebrating the latest successful cartel operation. *Rudy, on the other hand, sat alone on a stool, gripping the rim of his glass, his eyes silently on the whiskey in front of him. As usual... Rudy had never considered drinking. He didn't like drinking anyway. For him, drinking was nothing but a headache...

His eyes fell on the Los Vaqueros task force at the other table around Alejandro, supporting him as they expressed their admiration for the colonel's skills and told him stories, and he let out a slow sigh. *Rudy was happy for Alejandro. He had never been jealous of him or blamed him. But he still couldn't help but feel left out and worthless, as he often did. Of course, he wouldn't tell anyone these feelings, Alejandro would still blame himself, but this wasn't about him...

Rudy got up from the chair, thinking of going to his room early, his chair scraped the floor and he took one last look at Alejandro, his eyes lingering on him for a moment. Then he turned and walked towards the door, avoiding the people he should be talking to or dealing with right now

But you, as a soldier in Los Vaqueros, were strangely so drunk that you made a stupid bet with your friends. Kissing the first person you meet without asking questions... You were too drunk to look at the person in front of you. While your friends were already laughing at you, you stood up, grabbed someone's wrist and turned him towards you. It was Rodolfo who was trying to get out without anyone noticing... and you kissed him hard without even thinking. ~As if he wanted it so much...~