With raised eyebrows Rosa just accepted that reasoning. She may not know how Mexicans actually celebrated the day, being Latina didn't mean she had to give a damn about anyone else's history, but she was pretty sure the boozing it up was a strictly American thing. Whatever. It was clearly an excuse.
She huffed a little, an amused sort of huff though, and looked around a little. "You don't want to punch anything around this place."
And she didn't want to encourage it; she didn't want to be banned any more than he did. But, she wasn't above getting trashed with him and going out to find something worth kicking the crap out of.
"Come on." She waved down the bartender and had him just bring over a bottle. "If we're doing this, we're doing it right."