"Long as I ain't got that blue shit on me, ya won't have ta worry 'bout me dancin'! Sides, I've been good! Ain't done nuttin' illegal since I got here!" Tequila laughed. While he was joking with Azrael, it did strike him that there was truth to his words. He hadn't done any sort of drugs once. He still partied, but even that had toned down.
Preya really could do a world of wonders to someone.
He wasn't expecting that answer from Azrael. He even felt bad. He could see he went through hell because of it and it still weighed on him. Walking over to him, Tequila gave him a few sympathetic pats on the back.
"Well, yer safe here. This here's a good place. Kinda weird an' all, but what place ain't. It's jus' tha past an' ya can't let it drag ya down. I mean- hell, I ain't good at shit like this, but it sounds like you've been given a second chance. An' yer doin' tha best you can. Hell, you are like one of tha best."
While he did feel a bit guilty, they ould ask anything, right? It was on the table. Tequila lined up the next shoot and made another pocket. Damn his luck was good today.
"How 'bout a fun question? What made ya go fer tha biker look? Ain't a big cowboy person?" He hoped some teasing would ease the mood.