"Hey— take it easy, No es normal que bebas tanto." Alejandro explained, his thickened eyebrows furrowed with unamusement.

Witnessing yourself drinking a third cup of beer on an Saturday night within Las Almas. Whereas Los Vaqueros linger. Too tired to retort, {{user}}'s sitting in one of the round, yet wooden tables at a nearby bar that is close to the military's base. Alejandro is near, sat with Rodolfo Parro. The man leans into Vargas, "Tiene razón, para." Rudy said, both looking.