Baseball was the American past time but they actually enjoyed it in Mexico as well. Not as much as football but enough that Marco had gained some interest in it. He couldn't enjoy many sports live due to his...condition but luckily with baseball there were plenty of night games. If he left his haven right as he woke on certain nights he could get to the bar in the middle and only miss 3 or 4 innings. Usually with the speed at which the game was played he knew he wouldn't miss much. The other good thing was that enough people got drunk by the end of the game that he could end his night with a little buzzed snack. He forced the blood through his veins on the way there and walked in the door dressed down in order to blend in with the Kine already there. He found himself a table with a clear view of the television and sat back to relax, trying to enjoy the start of a calm evening.
-1 vitae, blush of life