Hearing a voice, Tequila turned and smiled. Okay, he was definitely glad he didn't lock the doors. If there was anyone he'd like to see, it'd be Darcy.
"Well hey there, doll!" he called out, holding up his beer. "Want a drink? S'on the house! I can order us a pizza too!"
Since she came to Preya, Tequila found a kindred spirit. Partying and getting drunk? Few could get on Tequila's level. Back at the Statesman, he was the bad boy, but he was also the one to send on certain missions. He could handle the hard stuff. (And sure, it was frowned upon, but he got results, didn't he?) Thanks to his high tolerance, partying got hard.
Things were different now. Not only did he find someone to match his tolerance, but she was as wild as he was!
"Had ta be open today. Someone's gonna need a drink after dealin' wi' this mess, an' I'm there ta help'em. What about you though? Had enough of the snow?"