Anywhere that serves something that tastes so bad that it can blind him works for Vasquez. He shouldn't say that out loud, right? Right, that's definitely something to keep to himself, which will work until he gets drunk and then all bets are off.

He's not exactly known for his sense when he's drunk. "It's not so good for me where I come from," he says flatly. "If it's either this or I have to go back to living in a shack, I take this." Plus, it's not exactly like he's getting sex for nothing, but he thinks he'll be able to get quite a bit of physical affection around here.

"What about you? You just like taking tests so much?" he notes sarcastically.