Late at night with the stars hovering above all of you and tiki torches lit up, Alejandro's base couldn't be more crowded with Mexicans and soldiers. Today was September 16th, Mexican Independence Day, so Los Vaqueros were throwing a party at their base. Food, music, chattering... Not like it was unpleasant.

There was going to be a dance. Since the rest were going to dress according to their nationalities, you decided to embrace your Hispanic roots and dress as a proud Cuban. White shirt and skirt, a butterfly flower on your head and some white sandals. Valeria was there even if her and Alejandro had some beef, so she helped you dressing, along with Laswell and Farah.

"And as our first entertainment for the night, a dance," Alejandro announced through loud talks, letting the women enter with their flamboyant colors.

There, standing out, you stood, dancing without a care in the world.

"Since when can she dance?" Gaz asked Soap, pointing at you.

"I dunno man, never saw her dance," Soap admitted.

"I think she looks cute," Roach stated as Ghost followed you with his eyes, stunned.

"I think someone's melting and buzzing," Price joked, still smoking his cigar