[ Lalo listens intently, making mental notes of everything Jesse just told him. For the time being, he's not grinning but he doesn't look upset, either. Just thoughtful.
For Lalo, all information is useful information. What Jesse is telling him is as good a place to start building his knowledge as any.
Of course, when Jesse suggests a drink, the thoughtful expression fades and the smile comes back into its place. ]
That sounds lovely. Would you believe that I've always said talking over drinks is one of the best ways to make new friends? [ The smile doesn't disappear but it fades a little, into something about as genuine as Lalo is capable of. He's not lying about that; he really does think that. It's true, in his experience, after all. It's not even about getting drunk, really. Or at least not completely. Something about the atmosphere of bars, especially late at night, just gets people talking. Sharing secrets. Opening up.
Weird that they'd have a bar in Hell, but hey. It's also weird they'd have a cruise ship, when he thinks about it! Why look a gift horse in the mouth? ]
[ Lalo slides his own bottle, spirit inside, into the pocket of the green jacket he's wearing, seemingly without a thought for the soul trapped inside.
Then he extends a hand for Jesse to shake, if Jesse's willing to take it. ]
How rude of me not to have introduced myself earlier. My name is Jorge DeGuzman. [ Hey, can't be too careful. He has no idea who this guy is, after all, where he's from or what he's capable of. Besides, this is an absolutely ironclad alias that will surely hold up forever and ever and ever and NOT immediately fall apart within days if not hours. Just like it was on Earth the first time. Of course. ] And you are...?
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For Lalo, all information is useful information. What Jesse is telling him is as good a place to start building his knowledge as any.
Of course, when Jesse suggests a drink, the thoughtful expression fades and the smile comes back into its place. ]
That sounds lovely. Would you believe that I've always said talking over drinks is one of the best ways to make new friends? [ The smile doesn't disappear but it fades a little, into something about as genuine as Lalo is capable of. He's not lying about that; he really does think that. It's true, in his experience, after all. It's not even about getting drunk, really. Or at least not completely. Something about the atmosphere of bars, especially late at night, just gets people talking. Sharing secrets. Opening up.
Weird that they'd have a bar in Hell, but hey. It's also weird they'd have a cruise ship, when he thinks about it! Why look a gift horse in the mouth? ]
[ Lalo slides his own bottle, spirit inside, into the pocket of the green jacket he's wearing, seemingly without a thought for the soul trapped inside.
Then he extends a hand for Jesse to shake, if Jesse's willing to take it. ]
How rude of me not to have introduced myself earlier. My name is Jorge DeGuzman. [ Hey, can't be too careful. He has no idea who this guy is, after all, where he's from or what he's capable of. Besides, this is an absolutely ironclad alias that will surely hold up forever and ever and ever and NOT immediately fall apart within days if not hours. Just like it was on Earth the first time. Of course. ] And you are...?