::alieneyesa:: ::smokingun::
As the booze and ganja began to speak, Jose's friend pulled out his Desperado-like arsenal of weapons and proceeds to take out aggression upon the angered Jose.
::bandit::
Jose's friend waves goodbye to the bartender and walks out of the bar. As he walks down the hot street, he finds a spliff he'd rolled earlier and put away in his shirt pocket.
I know. I know.
I lost after the food runs up at twenty, but I couldn't resist. Okay, peace out. And you didn't say we couldn't use words.