Cinco de Mayo

Well gang, Thursdays thrown off his backpack and taken a well deserved spot at the bar. Today he's taken on a decidedly Hispanic flair with a sombrero hanging on his back, and he gently strokes his flashy new moustache. Two bandeleros strung across his chest glint softly as he reaches up to summon the bartender.

The bartender materializes, all apron - polishing a mug with a dirty rag.
"Dos Corona's por-favor." He rasps in a rugged Hispanic-film star voice.

A hush falls over the bar, and all eyes look at Thursday, who pretends not to notice. The apron returns with two misty bottles of Mexican beer. Thursday throws back his poncho, revealing a large nickel-plated .45 revolver. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a Paso. He throws it onto the bar, where it lands on its edge, spinning for a moment, and falling with a metallic ring. The apron scoops it up and slips it into his pocket.

Thursday pulls a bottle close leaving a wet trail behind it. He rolls it in his hands, pausing thoughtfully for effect. Then, in an instant it's at his lips - and he drinks it down in three gargantuan gulps. He slams it back down cracking the bottle on the bar. Thursday let's out a massive, 'AHHHHHHH!"

The crowd leaps to it's feet with cheers! Fists fly into the air! And at that instant, not a moment sooner, the band breaks into "the Mexican Hat Dance!" My Gjod...it's beautiful...