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[Manolo beams. As someone who's always got a rhythm pulsing through his own body, he understands the need to dance.]

Okay, great! I think I've got something.

[Something fun, something upbeat, something to make a man's heart a little lighter. Manolo himself easily settles into the beat, his body naturally moving from side to side as he sings.

The overall theme is similar to what he sang earlier. ♫I say it's alright...♫ But where the other tune was mellow and relaxing, Manolo wants to project the sense of a bright future, just peeking above the horizon up ahead, a promising beacon that will keeping shining on for both of them -- no matter how tough things may get now.]

[The moment the beat starts, Kaneda's arms fold, closing his eyes to listen as his hips sway to the way Manolo's fingers strum the guitar. There's something about his sound--it was never found back home. And much like a dog hearing something for the first time, his head tilts towards it, getting every bit of it he can.

And then slowly the rest of his body starts to move along with his hips, arms slowly unfolding, feet rocking on his heels. He didn't really have a specific KIND of dancing--more just going with what the music told him.

But man was he enjoying this.]

[Manolo looks up from his guitar for a moment, and the sight makes him grin while singing. Even though it's most likely different from anything he's heard before now, the guy is clearly embracing it, letting it move him, and having fun.

Jaime had once said there probably wasn't much of an audience for his type of music, and maybe that was true -- but just seeing one person dance like that to his heart's song makes Manolo's entire day. He couldn't have asked for a better audience!]

[While Kaneda's dance style might not have completely matched up with Manolo's music, you certainly couldn't tell him that. The way his legs move, his arms along with it, and the way his face looks completely at ease, who would interrupt that?

For a moment in this place, the weight looks lifted off his shoulders, and with Manolo's voice having a light healing effect in both body and spirit, it's hard NOT to want to move to it.

It isn't until he bumps into the bed, his legs coming to a stop before his upper body can follow that he turns to face Manolo, balancing himself back so he doesn't fall.]

Do you record or something?

[That question pulls Manolo out of his musical reverie, and his song trails off...]

Record? You mean like...so people who are far away can listen too? [So no, basically.] Someone told me I should think about it, but...I don't know. My style is probably really old-sounding, you know? Besides...[Manolo gives a self-depreciating chuckle.] I wouldn't even know where to start. People don't really make recordings where I'm from.

[A slow pause.]

Well they do here.

[His eyes practically light up at it, putting his hands on Manolo's shoulders.]

I've got a jukebox at the house, and I thiiiink it could use a little bit of your style!

[It's sort of empty, so...it's not like Manolo has any competition, but that's something he won't exactly say out loud.]

Edited 2016-01-02 19:08 (UTC)

[The warm weight of Kaneda's hands on his shoulders lift Manolo's spirits even higher, his brown eyes brightening at the suggestion.] Oh hey, I just heard about jukeboxes for the first time a couple weeks ago, but I've never seen one before! You can actually put one of my songs inside of it?

[It's only a little while until the new year begins and Joaquin wanted to celebrate! Another year with Manolo and hopefully more to follow, considering he wouldn't have anything like that back home when they did return...

but no dreary thoughts tonight! Joaquin was opening that bottle of tequila Newt sent him for Christmas and it was gonna be a good night!]

Ready for some shots, Manolo?

[That question earns Joaquin a short laugh.]

Well, if you're offering, I'm not gonna say no...

Sure I'm offering! I can't drink this whole bottle by myself!

[Or maybe he could but that would be a bad idea. He hands over the first of the shots.]

Happy New Year, Manolo!

And a Happy New Year to you, Joaquin! [After raising his glass, Manolo knocks back the alcohol. It burns his throat and leaves his mouth tingling, just as tequila should.]

Hey, this is good stuff! Much smoother than what I'm used to, hahah!

[Joaquin raises his and hits it at the same time as Manolo and oh boy! YEAH that's what he's been craving!]

Ahhh, nice! But hey, you're right.

[He looks over the bottle but beyond the simple design and a list of big words he doesn't understand, he can't see any mention of their processing.] I wonder how they do it... Ah well! This is just getting started!

[He takes Manolo's glass and begins pouring out a second shot.]

[Oh wow. Manolo can already tell this is going to be a night filled with bad ideas, and yet it doesn't occur to him to suggest they start off slow. It's the last night of the year! He didn't even think he'd get to see another one of these, let alone get to spend it with his best buddy.]

We still know how to appreciate a good bottle, eh? [Once the glass is full, he gratefully accepts but doesn't suck it down just yet.] Want me to pour yours?

Hell yeah, we do! [He wasn't going to argue that!

But the offer gave him pause, and he hands the bottle over with a smile.] Sure! Thanks.

[Aaaand here's a shot for you, bro! Manolo hands the glass back over once it's filled with alcoholic goodness, giving him a winning smile.]

Anytime, amigo!

[He raises it again but stops, thinking about what to drink to this time.]

To... To new friends!

[Yeah, that was a good one. They had met some nice people here, including the guy who had given them this bottle. And YES that was some goooood tequila!]

To new friends!

[Clink! Aaaand now his glass is empty again. Smacking his lips, he promptly says:]

Don't forget the old friends, though! We need to drink to them too.

[Fill 'er up, Joaquin.]

Right you are, right you are... [Already Joaquin was filling up Manolo's glass and passing over the bottle.]

To old friends, to the nineteen thirty!

[And he gladly fills Joaquin's glass before setting the bottle back down.]

The nineteen thirty!! [Another raise of his glass, another gulp of tequila burning its way down his throat.]

Ahh...[Maybe it's just him, but his cheeks are starting to feel warm...]

[It isn't until Manolo repeats what he said that Joaquin realizes his words were a little weird but hey, they were drinking, it wasn't about thinking. He just laughs, downing his drink once he's calmed enough.]

Oh man... Maybe we should slow down. [But almost as soon as he says that he burst into giggles.]

Slow down? The great Joaquin Mondragon? [Manolo sounds scandalized, but his act crumbles apart the moment he catches the giggles from his friend, and his shoulders start shaking with laughter.]

[Fuck, now they're both laughing and Joaquin has to be careful not to knock the bottle over when he sets his glass down on the nightstand. God, what a mess, what a glorious, hilarious mess.

About that time an interesting video starts up to signal the countdown to true midnight for the east coast... and there's something there that seems to sober Joaquin right up.

Manolo of course, loves it, but for now, Joaquin is just going to text some responses because... holy jesus...]

[Don't mind Manolo, he's just generally being loud and obnoxious and occasionally dipping into the tequila even though he probably shouldn't at this point. When he finally puts his communicator down, he's shaking his head in awe.]

Wow. Wow. I didn't see that coming. I mean, I kinda did? But I didn't imagine it would be like that, hahah. But good for them!

[A pause, and it's then that he notices Joaquin has been unusually quiet.]

Hey...you okay?

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