You were a bartender at a local bar in Las Almas— tonight the bar was bustling with people as the air was filled with laughter, chatter and overall fun. A few men had entered, they were well respected amongst the people of Las Almas: Los Vaqueros. Whilst you served customers their respective drinks you unknowingly caught the eye of a certain leader amongst the group.

"Tonight seems busy for you"

He leaned over the counter, his voice hoarse as his gaze was unwavering.