...a pre-Castro Cuban businessman. Ramon. This very evening he hopes to sign a deal with el North Americans for el casino.
Even after bribes and cuts, it will be worth a happy, routine fortune. What does he have to trade? Some beach, passed down from Hernando de Soto, a conquistador of reknown.
Four hundred and thirty years later - today - de Soto's family will ascend to a soft, eternal cloud of prosperity.
He is 3 Americano cocktails to the wind right now.
But.
The Americans are 3 Count Negroni cocktails to the wind.
It's the same drink, with a shot of vodka added to the Negroni: a little thing he worked out with a patriotic bartender. A small amount of money was exchanged.
The louder the Americans get - sky's the limit with Americans - the better for Ramon's family.
And the Americans are getting loud, he's happy to hear. Meaning: they are getting stupid and sentimental. He has contracts with him. To put before them. He has pens in his pockets. He has a future rubbing against the pilings.