THE CABALLEROS ARE OWNED BY DISNEY AND HIS CREW!


On the other side of the bar, Panchito sat down in one of the stools and calls out to the bartender, "Disciple camarero. Uno horchata por favor."

The bartender looked at him with a confused look and rested his arm on the table in front of the redhead. "¿Horchata? Seriously? Is beer too strong for you?" He questioned.

Panchito waved his hands side to side frantically, "NONONO! I can hold my liquor." He scratched his cheek with his finger and smiled, "It's just that my mouth is salty from the seawater, so I need to wash it off."

The bartender shrugged and walked over to the mini fridge near the drinks. "Uno horchata. Coming right up." After a few moments, he presented the redhead with his drink in a slim glass cup.

"Gracias." Panchito pressed the glass on his lips and was about to drink, but the bartender stopped him.

"¡Esperate! I forgot one thing." He pulled out a tiny pink umbrella from his apron pocket and put it in the horchata. "Now, you can drink," he said, making Panchito giggle.

He raised his glass and said, "Salute." After gulping down half the glass, he noticed the bartender staring intensely at him. He put his cup down and wiped some of the white residue off the side of his lip with his sleeve. "Is there something wrong?" He asked, copying the bartenders stare. His hand on his chin and narrowed eyes.

The bartender turned red with embarrassment. "Oh. It's just… You don't look dressed for un fiesta," he explained. "Everyone else is wearing shorts or dresses," he pinches a part of Panchito's red shirt, "Y tu ropa es methio raro," he joked.

Panchito took offense to his remark and back shooed his hand off his shirt and defended his fashion taste. "Mi ropa no es raro! It's unique!" He grabbed his glass and held it near his lips, "Plus I didn't come here to party," he muttered.

"I hope I'm not getting to personal or anything, but why did you come if it's not to party?"

"I'm here to look for someone."

"Oh. Like a querida or something?"

Panchito stuck his finger in his mouth and made a gagging noise. "No! Hardly! Un estúpido took something precious of mine and mi y mi amigos-," he slapped his hands to his cheeks and gasped. "¡AIY CARAMBA! MI AMIGOS! I forgot about them!" He exclaimed. He gripped his hair in the sides of his head and put his elbows on the table. "I'm such a bad friend. Ditching them like that. WHO DOES THAT?" He shouted.

The bartender shrugged.

"Bad friends! Only bad friends do that!"

The bartender pat the melancholy man's back.

"Don't be so hard on yourself. Seems like you had a pretty bad day, huh?"

Panchito nodded.

"Then don't put yourself down even more. I'm sure you'll find your amigos somewhere. I bet they're looking for you right now," the bartender preached, lifting Panchito's spirit up.

"Si, your right. Gracias…um… Los siento, I don't even know our name," he giggled.

The bartender put his hand on his own chest and smiled, "Me llamo Raul."

"Y yo me llamo Panchito."

"Panchito? No solo es muy raro tu ropa, pero tu nombre tambien," he remarked, covering his mouth with his hand while holding in his laughter.

Panchito frowned at him and drank the last of his horchata. "¿Quanto cuesta?" He asked, reaching for his wallet in his back wallet.

Raul waved his hand side to side, "Don't worry. It's on the house."

"Seriously?! Muchos Gracias!" He exclaimed, smiling. "I thought you would charge me extra for putting up with my ranting."

"Nah. You had a rough day. This is the least I could do," he stated, grabbing the empty glass. "So, what did you think about the horchata?"

"¡Delicioso!" He shouted. "But, it could have had more sugar."

"Oh. I can give you more sugar~," someone seductively blurted out.

Panchito twirled the stool around and saw a woman with long, black hair, tan skin and wore a floral dress. Not only was she pretty, but she was busty too. As she walked toward him, Panchito scooted as far back as he can, but to no avail. The mysterious woman wrapped her arms around his neck, placing her large boobs on his chest. The woman's breath smelled as though she had one too many drinks. Panchito turned redder than his hair as he stared down at her "girls." Who could blame him?

"So wha'd ya say? ¿Queres mas asucar?" She asked.

Panchito turns his head to the side, "N-N-No th-thanks… I-I'm g-good."

"But earlier, you said-"

"¡Gloria!¡ Dejarlo solo!" Raul shouted. "Can't you see that he's not interested?!"

"Callete la boca Raul!" She barked back. Gloria lightly grabbed Panchito's chin and turned his face to her. "You're interested in me, right?" She asked, pressing her breasts more into his chest.

Panchito stuttered his words as he tried to answer. He puts his hand on the table and taps S.O.S with his index finger in Morse code. In which the bartender received the indirect message.

"Shouldn't you get back to that novio of yours?"

Gloria focused her attention to the bartender. "You mean Julio? He's not my boyfriend anymore. I dumped his butt a couple minutes ago," she answered.

Raul's face filled with horror. "Esperar…H-He's here?! But he's banned here!" He shouted

"Oi! I told him not to come here. But you know how he is. He follows me wherever I go."

Raul dashed to his overwhelmed friend and whispers, "Panchito. You got to get out of here now. Her boyfriend is bad news."

"H-Hey get your own man!" Gloria shouts as she pulls Panchito's face into her chest. "¡Esta es mia!"

"You're gonna kill him!"

"No I'm not! He likes it."

"WHO LIKES WHAT?!"

Everything went silent after that outburst. Once the busty woman let go of her grasp on him, Panchito fell to the floor on his knees, gasping for air.

"Gloria! Who is that?!" The deep voiced man asked.

Panchito looked to see whose intimidating voice it belonged to. He saw a large, powerfully built, and enraged man wearing a white tang top and floral shorts looking straight at him. Even only being a couple steps away, he could tell that the man was drinking and smoking heavily.

"Leave us alone Julio!" Gloria barked. But her words didn't reach him.

He grabbed Panchito's arms, squeezing them to his side, and lifts him off his feet, making eye contact. The gargantuan examines him, moving him side to side as if he were a toy that was supposed to have a special feature, but didn't.

"What does this fresa have that I don't?" He rambled.

"I'm not a fresa! I'm a man! ¡Mirar!" He shouts as he wiggles his arms free. He rolled up his sleeve and flexed his bicep. But didn't get the reaction he was hoping for. Instead, the Herculean laughed.

"¿Eso es todo?! That's it?!"

Panchito rolled his sleeve down, "No! If I have to, I have another way I can show you how much of a man I am!

Julio cracked his neck side to side and stated, "Ok, fresa. Show me." He dropped Panchito, who landed on his tooshie a slid a few inches away from him. Everyone else took a large step back.

The redhead got up and grabbed his belt, "Well, if I have too," he muttered under his breath. But Panchito misread the atmosphere. Julio meant for them to fight each other, but the redhead was actually going to show him his "manliness." Panchito unbuckled his belt, but before he could pull down his pants, Raul hopped over the counter and stopped him from doing so. He explained what was really going down and when he finished explaining, he hopped back to the safety of the counter. "Oh. I thought you meant something else," he said, re buckling his belt. "In that case, I don't want to fight you."

Juloi laughed at his statement. "You think I'm gonna let you off the hook?"

"Leave him alone! ¡El no quiere luchar!" His ex-girlfriend defended.

"I can't. After what I saw you two doing… It's not about being a man anymore! I wanna win you back!"

Panchito put his hands in his pocket and proceeded to walk away.

"Oi! I'm not done with you yet caniho!" He barked. He grabbed an empty glass Corona bottle from one of the spectators and threw it at the back of Panchito's head. The bottle shattered into a million pieces. Panchito didn't flinch at all, instead. He turned around with a poker face and tried to reason with him.

"Mirar. I really don't want to luchar. So can we all forget this and go on with the nigh-," before he could finish, Julio threw another bottle at him. Panchito felt his forehead and felt the sting of a cut on his forehead and above his left eyebrow.

"Still don't want to fight?" Julio mocked, readying his fist in the air

Panchito walked back to his spot, grabbed his trusty pistols from their sheaths, twirled them around and aimed for the gargantuan.

"Oh no-no-no. We're fighting mano y mano." He explained.

Panchito shrugged and placed his pistols on the counter. He rolled up his sleeved and readied his fists too.

"I'm gonna be generous and let you throw the first pun-," Panchito dashed to him and punched him on his cheek, almost knocking him off balance.

"Huh. El fresa es un chile," he muttered.

He swung his arm at the redhead, but he ducked before impact. In a squatting position, Panchito kicked the back of Julio;s knee, finally knocking him off balance, flat on his back. Panchito elbowed the fallen man on his stomach. Julio grabbed his ankle, stood back up and hung him upside down. He kicked him on the nose and flung him onto the bar, smashing into hundreds of bottles. The bruised and bloodied man tried to get up, but with sharp pieces of glass jabbing him, he was unable to. Instead, he let out of groans of pain, trying to hold in his scream. But he eventually let out a blood curdling scream that could be heard throughout the bar. Raul tried to help the redhead, but was held back by some spectators and locked in the janitor's closet. Everyone watched as Julio leaned over the counter and grabbed the beat up Mexican frum his collar and flung him to the floor.

"Lavanta te!" He demamded.

Panchito slowly managed to get up and readied his fists again. "I-I won't… give… up," he proclaimed in a raspy voice. With bruises and alcohol seeping into his cuts, it's almost miraculous that he's able to stand on his own. Then something inside of him snapped. He was beginning to like the stinging and the pain. It was pleasurable for him.

Seeing the pathetic state Panchito is in, Julio said, "You know what. I think I'm gonna call it quits. ¡Es obvio que yo soy el ganador!" A combination of applause and boos were given from the crowd. "So Gloria, mi amor. Are you gonna take me back?" He asked like he already knew the answer.

Gloria rolled her eyes at him and looked away.

With the brute becoming distraught, Panchito seized the opportunity to get more pain. "Hey babe!" He called out, grabbing their attention. "If your ex keeps bothering you, I'll beat him up quick and we can, you know, do the do," he ended with a flirtatious wink.

Gloria blushed res with embarrassment, whereas Julio turned red with pure rage. Like a train, he rushed toward the excited redhead and kneed him in the stomach. He then punched his cheek, causing him to slam onto the floor. The brute grabbed the heavily injured Mexican by his collar and punched him again.

Panchito spat out a tooth and some blood. "Espero que tu vas a pagar mis facturas medicas," he teased.

The enraged man was about to punch him for a third time, until the ground started shaking. Both men looked to their side and saw a hole appear from the ground.

"Don't worry Panchito! We're coming!" A familiar voice shouted. Then out came Donald duck. His dirty, worried face quickly turned to anger when he saw that his bloodied friend was beaten to a near pulp. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM YOU JERK!" Donald shouted as he got out the hole. He dashed to the muscular man, jumped on his back, grabbed a firm hold of his hair and bit down on his head.

Julio let go of his grip on Panchito and diverted his attention to the man on his back.

As the men quarreled, José pops up from the hole and gasps at the Physical condition his friend is in. He crawled to his side and held his lacerated hand. "Meu Deus! W-What did they d-do to you?!" He stuttered.

"B-Believe it or not…I kinda… Did this to myself…" He confessed.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!"

"L-Los siento. B-But i-it hurts when…I talk… I think I swallowed… some glass," he joked.

Both men heard a glass bottle break. They turned to their side and saw a tomato-red faced Donald punching and kicking who looked like accomplices of Julio.

"Take that! And That! And have some of this!" Donald shouted as he defended himself, receiving a few blows to the face. But even with those harsh blows that would normally knock a normal man down, he kept on fighting.

"Sorry to leave you here, but I have to help Donald," José stated, letting go of his hand.

"G-Go… kick their butt's," Panchito requested.

The emerald haired man softly laughed maniacally. "After what those Goliaths did to you and Donald, kicking their butt won't sound half as bad as what I plan on doing to them."

Panchito gulped at his friend's statement. He had never seen this side of José before. He didn't know whether to be scared, happy, or aroused. (Or all three, if that's even possible)

José stood up, faced the spectators behind them and exclaimed, "Boyfriends! Get your lovers and leave! It's going to get real bad soon!"

"No way! I wanna watch the fight!" One guy shouted.

"Vamos," a girl said, nudging his shoulder. "I don't want to see this anymore. It's too much." The guy placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Aww C'mon. Don't be such a-," Jose punched him squared in the face, grabbed his collar and shouted, "Listen pal! I didn't ask you to choose! The senhora doesn't want to stay! So either you leave or I'll give you another one! SUA ESCOLHA!"

"O-Ok. Ok. T-Take it easy man. W-We'll g-go," he gulped.

José glared at the other spectators, "Same goes for all of you too."

And just like that, every spectator exited the building, leaving the caballeros and hooligans to settle their business.

José took off his yellow coat and grabbed Panchito's arm. "I'm gonna stop the bleeding."

Panchito raised his brow, "What bleeding?"

José lifted up his sleeve and exposed a deep, gushing cut on his tan arm.

Panchito laughed nervously and remarked, "I-I don't even feel it."

He used the sleeves of his coat as a tourniquet for the severe wound. He put his hat on Panchito's head and dropped his umbrella. He turned to check on Donald and was horrified when he saw his condition. A black eye, a severely bloody (and maybe broken) nose, and bruises in visible areas. It's a real wonder that Donald still has the stamina to fight on. But that didn't help José from boiling over with anger.

He rolled up his sleeves and whistled, grabbing everyone's attention. "Desculpe-me. But do you guys know capoeira?"

"No.¿Que es?" One of the brutes asked.

"Come here and I'll show you," he stated, cracking his knuckles, then his neck.

The accomplice rushed toward him and tried to left hook him, but José stopped him by grabbing his huge fist with his right hand. The brute tried to punch him with his other hand, but José caught it with his left.

"¡Alguien! ¡Ayudame!" He called out.

As one of his companions came running to the scene, José slid his body between the man's legs and flipped him as he got up. He then, with both fists, punched the man square in the face, knocking him unconscious. When he turned around, he saw the brute get up and ready another punch. José dodged it by falling back and making a bridge with his body. He kicked up his feet and kicked the bottom of his jaw. As his feet fell, he kicked the top of his head with his the heels of his feet. He got back up, kicked the guy in the crotch region and punched him. Knocking him unconscious too.

"NO MERCEY!" He shouted, huffing and puffing. José turned around and saw that everyone's jaws were dropped.

"That was awesome!" Donald shouted with sparkling eyes.

"¡CALLETE!" Another man shouted at Donald as he punched him in the face while he was off guard.

"OUCH!" He yelled out, cupping his bleeding nose.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," José warned them with a menacing look. There was so much anger in his body that steam came out of his ears

"Don't just stand there you idiots! Get him!" Julio commanded.

About five men, all at one, came after José. After an intense fight, the battered and bruised men take a small break to catch their breaths.

"I'm so sorry… I punched you… Donald," Jose stuttered.

"A…Apology…Accepted."

Somewhere during their quarrel, José mistook Donald as one of the assailants and punched him, knocking out one of his teeth.

Julio slow clapped at their fight and remarked, "Wow. That was pretty amazing. You knocked out all of my guys. But you guys look you're about done too."

Donald walked up to him with confident fists and stated, "You're dead wrong… Pal."

Julio poked Donald forehead with his index finger, causing Donald knock out.

"Donald!" José and Panchito simultaneously called out.

With the remaining adrenalin he has, José dashed to Julio, but was caught by from his arm.

"¡Julio! ¡Basta ya! You're overdoing it again!" His ex shouted from behind the counter.

"L-Listen to her! LEAVE MI AMIGOS ALONE!" Panchito yelled.

Julio turned his attention to the redhead. "NO! You've embarrassed me long enough!¡Esto es un venganza!"

Julio throws José to the floor and stomps on his arm. He presses all his weight on it and breaks it. Jose couldn't do anything other than to scream in pain. Unable to handle the pain, José passes out.

Julio gets off and mocks, "I'm sorry I had to go rough on your boyfriends, but like I said. Esto es un venganza."

With a rage that can't even be defined, Panchito manages to stand back up on his own and lunges the gargantuan onto the floor. Panchito began to punch the assailant in the face repeatedly. He couldn't tell if the blood was his or Julio's. He kept on going at it for a while until he heard another scream.

"STOP! GET OFF OF MI NOVIO!" Gloria shouts, jumping off the bar counter. She dashes to him, and tries to get him to say something. "Julio… Babe talk to me." She covers Julio's head with her hair and stares into Panchito's crazed, amber eyes. "¡Mira lo que hacestes!"

Panchito was just dumbfounded. "Wha-How can you defend this jerk?!"

"Because he can't help being like this! He's so scarred of losing me that he'll do anything to keep me as his amor!" She defended. "Aren't you afraid of losing someone important too?"

Panchito froze at that answer. Before he could even think, two gunshots were fired off.

He turned to his side and saw a man near the edge of the table, holding one of his pistols. He wore sandals, khaki shorts, a shirt with a blue stipe across his stomach and long, spikey red hair.

"I think that's enough fun for tonight, don't you think?" He stated calmly as he put the pistol back in its sheath.

Remembering the description of the person who allegedly took his sombrero, Panchito got off of the wounded man and shuffled his way toward him.

"Hey man, I didn't expect to see you here… You don't look so good," the mysterious man remarked.

With anemia and screaming a lot taking its toll on his damaged body, the Mexicans vision was starting to get blurry and he was losing his footing. "T-Tu…Tu tienes mi…" Panchito passes out into the man's arms.


OMERGERD GUYS! I'm not ready to leave!

But get ready for the final chapter...

You've been warned.