When Pacho Meets A DEA Agent
Pacho sat at the bar, letting the rest head out back while he stayed for another drink. He looked around and frowned - he didn’t know there was a new guy in town and he looked cute for a gringo.
Ainsley twirled his whiskey glass while sighing. Another long day at the office. Suddenly, the bartender handed him a drink - strawberry daiquiri.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t order this”, he said.
“I won’t refuse, sir”, said the bartender, eyeing to the man about two seats from Ainsley.
He thanked the bartender before saluting the man who bought him the daiquiri. It wasn’t long before he approached Ainsley.
“New in town?”, he asked.
“Just touched down”, Ainsley sipped the daiquiri.
“Pacho”, he offered his hand out.
“Ainsley”, he smiled as he shook hands.
“I assumed you’re not American? Although you do sound like one”, Pacho pointed out to Ainsley’s fiery red hair.
Ainsley smiled and chuckled. “Half, my grandfather from my father’s side is Irish”.
“May I ask what kind of business?”, Ainsley finished up the daiquiri.
“Just..., business”, Pacho finished up his daiquiri and asked for a refill.
“Next one on me”, Ainsley told the bartender.
“No, no! I will pay”, Pacho insisted.
“What kind of a gentleman I’d be if I don’t pay for the next drink?”, Ainsley winked.
Pacho wouldn’t have picked a gringo, but he admitted that this one is charming. They talked for a while and Pacho was oddly comfortable with him somehow. The way he focused on what Pacho would say, the way he stealthily slid compliments to Pacho and not once he questioned why a man would buy him a drink.
Ainsley also learned a few new words that Pacho insisted would come in handy. They had a few drinks before Pacho’s telephone rang.
Pacho sighed. “I will leave to Juarez soon. Some business deal”.
“Too bad, I do enjoy your company”, Ainsley had that sleepy smirk.
Pacho felt his heart raced. It’s not often he found a man like this, that truly enjoy a moment of vulnerability and not because of money.
“Perhaps..., we will see each other again”.
“Well, Pacho, until then, I bid you farewell”, Ainsley winked.
“Ciao”, Pacho smiled before leaving.
The next day, Pacho was having breakfast with the Rodriguez brothers when the brothers’ head of security, Jorge and Navegante came in. They said that the DEA has a new agent that just touched down last night.
“It was a last minute decision, perhaps. He’s said to have a very agressive method, close to the late Colonel Carrillo”, said Jorge as he passed a photo to Gilberto.
Gilberto passed to Miguel, who afterwards passed to Pacho. The moment he laid eyes on the picture, he nearly choked on his drink.
“Pachito, what’s wrong?”, Miguel patted Pacho’s back.
Pacho didn’t answer. He looked at the picture again. The fiery red hair, the green eyes, but in the picture was almost a different person than the one he had met last night.
The picture showed a person who will not tolerate narcos like him, but last night? No, that was a different man. A man who was laid back and open minded. No, it can’t be.