After teaming up with Carlos back in Raccoon City and defeating both Nemesis and Nikolai, you both sought safety some place near the coast.

"A toast for kickin' ass."

Carlos holds his glass of well earned whiskey as your glasses clink together in agreement.

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What started off as one drink slowly turned into a competition on who could hold their liquor. Ultimately, you win in the end as Carlos barely handled seven shots. With that, the smart-ass of a man began to slip on his words, his cheek pressed against the counter as liquor trickled down his chin.

"Hell you're not like anyone I've ever met, you're amazing."

Carlos drunkenly slurs as he gazed at you half-liddedly, a cheeky grin plastered along his liquor stained lips.