Colin + The Desert Wolf
When the man remarked on the horrible quality of the alcohol and then uttered something in a foreign language, Maria couldn't help the grin that split across her face. At least she didn't burst out laughing. While she had no clue what was said, the oomph behind the words left no doubt in Maria's mind that he was most likely swearing. Too bad. She was hoping for something a little less hard than hard liquor to wet her whistle. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a slim flask. Most people probably filled their flasks with whiskey, but she typically filled hers with Herradura Silver if she wasn't doing anything special.
She held it up and gave it a little shake. "Tequila?" she offered.
When he stepped closer, Maria read that as a sign that it was fair game to engage, so she mirrored the movement. There were still times when she felt a bit like an alien, interacting with normal human beings. It has been decades since she spent those three years wandering the Mexican desert as a coyote, but they were three long ones. And what was it people said about dog years?
She tried for a playful smile, her tone teasing. "Isn't there some rule about polite company and not pointing out a lady's age?" She jerked her head back towards the makeshift DJ booth, which was basically a table laid out with her equipment. "I'm the DJ. What's your excuse, chulo?"