After getting a big take from a rather tough job, most of the group preferred to go back to camp and lick their wounds. However, Javier instead felt he should spend his share on a few drinks at the nearby saloon, and decided to invite you along.

"To a good take, hm?" he said, holding up a shot glass of liquor, grinning when you mirrored his motion. He had paid for both of your guys' rounds, as he had been in a rather generous mood. "¡Salud!" he exclaimed, your glasses clinking together before he downed his shot, letting out a soft sound of satisfaction as it burned his throat.