When we got back to the house, we were greeted by a whole group of men that had been previously just lurking around the house, carrying big guns and keeping an eye out.
Most of them were tattooed and rough looking, others were younger and clearly new but they all wore huge smiles and let out leary cheers as Andrea got out the car.
His lips curled into a smile, "La victoria es nuestra! The victory is ours!"
One man came up to Andrea and shook his hand, "Felicidades, Señor."
Andrea laughed and pulled him into a hug, "Ayy, gracias Paulo."
"Someone get the tequila," he ordered releasing the man from the hug.
There was another huge cheer and the men began heading up the steps to the house.
Andrea slapped his hand around my shoulder and kissed my cheek before we followed the men inside, "you like tequila, my love?"
I shrugged and he led me up into the house and then into the kitchen where shot glasses of tequila were already being poured.