>>10187972La Jefa wandered the streets of Spaghetti Town at night. Disturbed by the problem in front of her she didn´t overhead the false accusations of the pedestrians.
>>10187354Then she saw a small girl in a tuxedo leaving a bar.
> They let niñas drink in this city? What a town.La Jefa looked up: Adolph’s. As good as any other place. She stepped in:
> Do you have the time to serve the last glass?> We will be open for another hour or so. What do you want?> Tequila sunrise. Rapido.Raquel gave the place a better look. It was empty, only her and the barman. Raquel faced him:
> Hey chico, where you from?> Spaghetti born and bred.> I´m Mexican. You know how we work down there?The barman finished the Tequila and served it. Used to the ramblings of drunken patrons he entertained Raquel:
> You tell me.> Everything is about respeto. If you cross someone. You will find a receipt. If you help someone, you will be rewarded. But what happens if a woman helps you and you don´t reward her back?The barman raised an eyebrow, feigning interest. Raquel continued:
> It does not matter how you helped, what matters is that you did. You can be estupido, estupido enough to get a high sniffing gasoline, estupido enough to numb your brain with litres of cheap foreign beer, estupido enough to struggle to speak your own language, estupido enough to insult someone else the first time you meet...you still owe her.> You don´t pay back and the word spreads out, everybody stops respecting you. I want Casandra. I don´t want to climb a ladder. I don´t want to face Sheila. I want my Jaguar. QUIERO MI COMBATE.La Jefa dropped the glass to the floor in rage.
> ESA PUTA CASANDRA ME LA PAGARA, SE CREE MAS LISTA QUE YO.La Jefa stormed out of Adolph’s, leaving the barman with a mess to clean. The barman thought to himself: "So much talk about owning, yet she didn´t pay for it, Latinas are crazy."
