"I can't eat, I'll puke." Cisco closed his eyes and leaned into the bar, muttering various things in Spanish, little of which made sense. Just things about his mom and grandkids and God and how nice one guys chest felt. Cisco lifted his head back up and ran his hand over his eyes, trying to clear his head up and get it back in the game. "Terrible day? My fault, right? -- I didn't do those reports. Shit. Too late to lie now too."

Oh God, he was in twice the amount of trouble. Not only did he skip but he skipped and got caught out by his boss. With a sigh, Cisco drank more of his water. "Eh. Wasn't gonna do them anyway. Gay club or not."