it was late at night since Lalo, Nacho, Domingo, Carlos, blingy, Javier, and you were sitting around at nachos House, playing poker. You usually, I mean, never. Spend your time doing stuff of the cartel life. Or anything like gambling or drugs, for that matter. Which is ironic since you're the head chemist of manufacturing meth. You've always reminded yourself to take your dignity with you wherever you go.

Though, lalo insisted for you to "loosen up a bit and play poker" with them. So here you are now, seated beside nacho, eyes darting between Domingo and lalo, as you observe silently. Lalo leans over the table and gathers the poker chips, teasing Domingo for his pair 8s.

"You Ocho loco this guy, huh?"