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Gotta love a joint that smells like so much stale smoke you light up just to get a fresh breath.  
This place wasn't exactly the Floating Lotus, but it had heart where it counted.  Quint Casey never was one to cry about standards, just don't water down his drinks and he was a happy man.
Well, not [i]happy[/i] but...well, you know.  Less miserable?
The ceiling fans did only a little to alleviate the summer heat, but he didn't mind too much.  Today he was dressed in a pair of dark jeans and light blue collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up.  Small moisture stains had sprung up around his pits, but for the most part he was comfortable.

He took a casual sip of his beer and held the chill in his mouth for a moment before swallowing.  Summer was going to make him an alcoholic.
Though he would be careful not to indulge too heavily today.  Today was all about business.
One of his regular friends and clients, Miguel Hidalgo, had phoned him to meet him here about a job.  Quint knew Miguel was good for the money, and Miguel knew Quint was good for the skills.  They had a casual, easy friendship marked by a shared love of the same alcohol and a shared interest of mutual company.
Quint loved listening to Esperanza sing, and Miguel loved protecting her.

It was then that the immaculately present Hidalgo arrived.
Quint raised his glass to him as a way of greeting and gestured for another drink to be brought to the table.
"Miguel, always a pleasure.  I hear you've got a friend in need."