[Tuco actually squints then, glass lowering a touch like drinking and processing information at the same time may be too much of a stretch for him. In actual fact, it's more that he's suddenly questioning whether or not he's being "propositioned" instead.
Not that it really matters, he supposes. He just nods, shielding his grin with a quick gulp of mezcal.]
Okay. [He swipes his mouth with the back of his hand.] I try not to drink too much, hm?
Pugsy's
Not that it really matters, he supposes. He just nods, shielding his grin with a quick gulp of mezcal.]
Okay. [He swipes his mouth with the back of his hand.] I try not to drink too much, hm?