Then it's a deal. -And I'll be holding you to that. [Miguel's gaze is suddenly sharp.] Don't make offers you can't keep, comprende? I don't take too kindly to empty promises.

[Now all Miguel has to worry about is actually remembering that this encounter took place by tomorrow morning. He takes another gulp of booze from his bottle; looking down at his own torn shirt distastefully as the other man questions it.] Tch... this?

[A frown.] It's barely a story at all. Just a group of young pendejos who didn't even have the cojones to finish the fight they started. They did more damage to my shirt with their little blades than they did to me. A waste of time... [Looking visibly disappointed by the lack of a challenge, the drunkard lazily begins to heft himself up to his feet; stumbling slightly before steadying himself against the wall. His impressive height is far more apparent as he does so; even as he hunches over slightly whilst attempting to regain a sense of balance.] Hnhh...