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A double shot of tequila slid onto the bar in front of him and although Cassidy was never one to question free booze, he looked up at the bartender in confusion.
“Se lo mando aquella.” The man nodded to the other end of the bar, where a woman with an undercut in a purple coat raised her own shot glass, winking.
Cassidy smirked to himself, downing the shot as she did, getting up to move to her side of the bar.
“What're you doing alone on Christmas, vaquero?” She gave him a sinister little grin.
“Howdya find me?” He leaned on the counter. “I didn't tell no one what I was doin’”
“Man like yourself should have plenty of friends to spend the holidays with.” She continued, turning so she was facing away from the bar, leaning back on it.
“I didn't even fly here, didn't use no name I’d used before, so no one would track me.”
“You used Clint Eastwood.” She raised a brow, smirking.
“Yeah, but I ain't ever used it before...” He cleared his throat looking away from her.
She chuckled softly. “No, that's true.” She smiled at him, eyes practically glowing with mischief.
“How'd you find me, Sombra?” He said more quietly, more sincerely.
“Honestly?” She waved at the bartender to get herself another drink. “Complete accident. I was in town. Heard word about a ‘vaquero en las Calaveras’ and figured with my luck...” She shrugged. “Probably my vaquero,and lo and behold....”
“Now who said I was your cowboy?” He raised a brow as the bartender set her drink down between them. He didn't believe her, or in coincidence.
Sombra shrugged taking the glass and sipping from it before answering. “You're my friend, no?”
He rolled his eyes. “I hope not, I know how you make your friends.”
“Well then you know I have very little string to pull you by.” She took a long drink. He recalled her saying how annoying his lack of shame and online blackmail was. “Speaking of, how's that Shimada of yours doing?”
Cassidy felt himself involuntarily tense.
“Reelaaaax.” Sombra rolled her eyes. “I'm not threatening him. Why aren't you two canoodling at Christmas?” She smirked.
“We ain't on speaking terms currently. But, I get the feelin’ you knew that already.” He clenched his jaw.
She shrugged, pulling up an image tinted pink, with the swipe of her hand. It was Hanzo, but different than he'd seen him two weeks ago. He'd shaved the sides of his head, similar to the woman beside him. He had a new piercing, that was the most surprising bit. Cassidy couldn't help but feel his shoulders sag at the image. Hanzo’s new look made him look good. Only made Cassidy miss him more.
Sombra watched him with sharp eyes, the way she always watched everything when she wasn't messing around. The look reminded him of Gabriel, which was another punch to the gut.
“What happened, amigo?” She raised a brow. “You don't get a haircut like that and a piercing out of nowhere. He wanted a change and it didn't involve a cowboy...”
“Ya tryna piss me off, amiga ?” He replied sternly.
“Course not. I push buttons, perdóname, I'm trying to connect the dots I can see.”
He sighed. “M not drunk enough to connect ‘em for ya yet.” Cassidy took her drink and downed it.
“Ay, que lastima, vaquero.” She have him a sad little smile and set a hand on his shoulder. “Want me to hack into his funds? Put out an APB on him?”
“No!” The authorities were already out for the ex-gang leader, he didn't need anymore heat. “No, I...appreciate the thought, Sombra, but...no.”
She held up her hands defensively. “Bueno, bueno. C'mon. Let's get you drunk so we can really talk. ”
Cassidy huffed softly. “That I can agree with.”
An hour later, a bottle of tequila and the whiskey Cassidy clutched to his chest like his life depended on it, and the woman at his side wrapped an arm around his waist, trying to pry him from the bar.
“Come on, vaquero.” She tugged at him. “Our friend Rafa needs to go home, it is Christmas.” She nodded to the bar tender, who aside from them two was the only one left in Las Calaveras.
“Mhmph.” He grunted, surrendering, not wanting to keep the man any longer. He stood, using her for some support, but not entirely.
Sombra chuckled softly as he got up, walking with him. “Ooh. Careful. You forgot your cape.” She reached for it on the bar stool.
“‘S serape.” Cassidy grumbled, snatching it from her.
She laughed to herself. “Whatever you say.” They made their way out of the bar and waved to the bartender as he locked up.
Sombra moved them along the street. “Where ya takin me, Sombra?”
“Amigo, did you have a destination in mind?” She raised a brow, smirking as they continued down the road.