Bonnie & Clyde || Hemelda
Bee’s bdrpwrimo 2020 ∟Day 27 — Write either a flashback or a flashforward thread with another mun!
@riveraofstorms
Somewhere in Mexico, six-ish years ago
This club was way too rich for Héctor’s blood. He was used to playing dingy little dive bars (and used to drinking in them too), those hole-in-the-wall type places that, even though they should’ve been closed down by the health inspector years ago, still served some good drinks and gave you a good time. Places where the bodies were crammed in and the drinks sloshed all over the place, as people tried to make room to dance, not... this.
A swanky, upper-class kinda joint that was reserved for businessmen and mid-tier cartel figures, where usually someone plunked away at a piano for hours on end whilst people chatted about stock prices and... well, Héctor didn’t even know. He did know that he had been very, very lucky to land this gig, playing soft, bastardized acoustic covers of old banda songs. It was sort of soul destroying, but the pay was good, and hey — he had free access to the bar.
And the bar was exactly where he was going at the end of his set, his guitar case in hand, a spring in his step. He’d just gotten his envelope full of cash and he was very much looking forward to spending it (though honestly, he would save some of it, he wasn’t that irresponsible — he had a dream to fund, here), though he was more than happy to get a little tipple for the road. He propped the case up against the bar and leaned against it himself, smiling at the cantinero behind the bar.
“Tequila, por favor.” He said, just as he felt someone step up beside him, waiting for their turn to order. The barman’s gaze flicked over to them, and then flicked back again, doing a double take so comical it made Héctor turn to look, too, only to be met with potentially the most gorgeous woman he’d ever met.
Once he’d picked his jaw up off the floor, metaphorically of course, he tried to play it cool. “Add whatever the lady’s having to my tab.” He nodded, turning to look at her. “What’s your poison?”
