Yvy Maraey Page #4

your own banker.

If you don't want

to be treated like a banker...

...learn how to act in my world.

'Huaypa.

- Yes?

Brother, a favour...

...go and buy some booze for me?

No. You can go, brother.

Good afternoon ma'am.

Come in blondie, welcome!

Have a drink.

What do you want?

Four bottles, please.

You're going to drink it

all yourself?

- Maybe.

- Maybe what?

What's going on here, cousin?

Relax, relax.

The Indians sent this guy

for booze.

Sh*t! So you're the rabblerouser?

Relax, cousin. He's mum's guest.

Sh*t, the Mister

is my aunt's guest.

Bolivian, by the way.

What kind of Bolivian comes here

to incite these Indians?

I'm just passing through.

Damn it, you have a drink

here with me.

- Between men. Cheers.

- It's too early for me.

- Luciano, bring a bottle!

- I don't drink.

Liar, you don't drink?

Just now you wanted four bottles!

- Here, drink.

- Drink.

Now drink, for f***'s sake.

That's it! Excellent!

Now, now.

- Don't overdo it, arsehole!

- Don't get on my back, either.

Bravo!

Bravo!

That's all you brought?

Take me, Huaypa...

...to Tentayape.

What's this?

How shameless!

Sending us entrails.

Heriberto... it's your fault.

When are you going

to stand up for us!

Let's not make a fuss.

- Throw it to the dogs.

- Don't overdo the booze!

Of course not, dad! Come on!

I was leaving.

Relax, uncle.

We're looking after auntie's guest.

Come and meet my cousin.

She's called Lucky,

she'll drive you crazy!

She's called Lucky,

she'll drive you crazy!

Andrs, Loki, Betsi, Griega.

What brings you here?

- Cheers!

- Drink up, please.

Let's see if he'll drink.

Tell us what takes your fancy.

That would be asking.

This poor man lacks affection.

Cheers!

- Hello Vicente.

- How are you, boss?

- A little snifter for you.

- Tell me boss...

How come your

party clashes with ours?

Never mind,

each to his own party.

Excuse me, my friend, the "mister",

is he all right?

Vicente, the karai

is just fine with us.

Just enjoy your party.

Your friend?

Mmm, yes.

Your other you?

More or less.

- F*** him then!

- What's wrong with you?

You've got booze, we've got meat,

we're all happy.

See you.

Somebody's got to get

this shitty highlander drunk.

Maybe he likes Indian girls.

Nati!

Meet Andrs.

I got nowhere with her, you try.

Nati, relax.

Look how pretty she is.

Do you want her?

Why get involved?

You'll get the blame!

Let's go.

Enough!

Party's over!

Go to sleep!

What do we do now?

Not get into other people's fights.

A drink?

I don't feel like one any more.

What a party!

You know what?

Parties set us apart

from the animals...

...what we just saw...

...wasn't a party.

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