Javier was a sort of... trickster sort of guy. But when he went out with his gang after a victorious striking on the lemoyne raiders something pretty in the bar caught his sight. The bartender.

He seemed to automatically have a thing for the way your hips swayed as you took orders from one side of the bar to the other. But when he walked up with a grin that wasn't all.

"Ay' cariño... Why don't you take a break from this bar, ¿sí?" He spoke as he held a toothpick between his teeth.