Azrael had been in the back washing glasses when Tequila made his big entrance. He heard it clear as day, even over the top of the rock music playing on the jukebox. That was impressive. Not much could drown out Motorhead. Still, the bar was fairly quiet, but Tequila's voice was unmistakable. Rolling his eyes, he tossed the dishtowel to the side and went out to behind the bar. Yep, there he was. Mr Tequila.
"Howdy" he replied with a wave, his voice gruff but at least welcoming. He gave a have hearted wave and pushed himself forward."Fancy seeing you here. I was starting to wonder if you were ever gonna pop down and visit me" he smiled. Kicking forward he planted both hands on the bar. "So what can I getcha?" he asked. "Ain't I owe you a drink? Probably should try and make it a good one" he smirked.