Sam stepped into the bar, looking dangerous, and brought conversations to hushed whispers. Beasley squeezed past the Captain, with Raul on his his heels.
Beasley said, "I have the King's seal. Find a table and I'll order drinks."
"Puto!" replied Raul. "You're a virgin. You don't even drink."
"Watch this," said Beasley as he sauntered up to the barkeep. "I'll have a Shirley Temple, my good man."
"Never heard of it," said the barkeep.
"You know," said Beasley. "Juice, grenadine, soda."
Raul pushed Beasley away from the bar, saying, "Talk about making my point?" He turned to the barkeep with a smile. "Cerveza, por favor. A Dos Equis, if you got it."
Sam stomped up to the bar and took over. He looked the barkeep in the eye and said, "Whiskey. And leave the damn bottle."