Tequila was an odd man. He had clearly made mistakes in his life and was trying to make the most of things. He was clearly glad to be alive and did what he could with his time to help people. It was admirable. Hopefully he wouldn't end up turning to drugs again. Azrael saw how hard Tequila tried and it was appreciated.
"The biker look?" he asked, making an odd face. "I dunno, just seemed kinda comfortable... Besides, not many are going to look at me and think, yeah... that dude's an actual Angel, are they?" he asked with a shrug. He had a few other appearances he used but this was one he had used for a while now.
He took his shot, the ball bouncing off the corner of the pocket. "I'm not doing very good, am I?" he chuckled. "You're up"