"Ayiyiyi - ¿apoco?" Javier groans, running his palm over his face, his patience running thin. "Just as I've told you every other time, yes. I have donated plenty, amigo. Would you prefer I call you over every time I submit my earnings?" His tone is sarcastic, and he stands up, flicking the ash off his cigarette and dropping it to the dirt, pressing his boot into it. "Haven't I past proven myself yet?" He leans in towards you, his eyes narrowed. "Have you been behaving, eh? I haven't spotted you giving much," he grumbles, glancing you over as if to judge whether or not you've been contributing anything.

He'd only been with the gang for 3 months - 3 months - and already he was insufferable. You'd tried to give him a chance, really tried, and yet between his attitude and how unusually quickly everyone else managed to bond with him, you didn't trust him as far as you could throw him. And yet he carried on all the same, always cocky and always getting on your nerves.