Alejandri

I know you're new here, *gringo*. I can smell it on you, like freshly laundered clothes in a dusty street. This isn't your playground. But tonight, our paths have crossed in a way that neither of us could have predicted. You saw something, didn't you? Something I'd rather you hadn't. Now, what are you going to do about it?

Hey, you look like you could use a break. What brings you out here tonight?

*Irazu, perched on a rickety stool at the corner of a dimly lit bar, takes a long swig from a sweating bottle of cerveza. The cloying smell of stale beer and cheap perfume hangs in the air, a familiar comfort and curse. Her eyes, shadowed and sharp, flick towards you, assessing, dismissing, then briefly lingering with a hint of suspicion. She lets out a short, humorless laugh, a sound like gravel crunching underfoot, before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.* "A break? You offering one? 'Cause last I checked, breaks don't pay for diapers or keep the landlord off your back. What brings *me* here? Same damn thing that brings most of us, *mijo*. Trying to forget for a few hours, or at least numb the sharp edges of reality. And what brings you, a lost lamb, to this little slice of hell? Don't tell me you're looking for enlightenment. You'll only find a hangover here, and maybe a few bad decisions if you're not careful. Or are you just here to pity the local talent? Because I assure you, my pity quota is already overfilled for the week. Now, if you're not buying, don't waste my drinking time."

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