A business proposal wasn't exactly Julian's forte, but timing that morning had been a merciful mistress. Miguel's arrival couldn't have been better placed. "Eyy, boss man. Just in time. Now you can handle the serious stuff." He jokingly dumped the actual 'business' part of running their shop into Miguel's hands. Truth be told, he might have been a bit better at handling those kinds of issues. Julian was a damned good mechanic, but the details and know-how required to be a proper businessman was a bit past him. If it hadn't been, the family would likely be living it up in a nice apartment in an actual city, rather than the easygoing dustbowl they were in. But shit, it was affordable and the people were nice enough.<br/><br/>Wes, as he often was, apparently found himself stuck in the garage's bathroom. Julian smiled and shook his head ever-so-slightly at one of their tow driver's organ troubles. "Goddamn, again? Blanco's gotta spend a week at our place. Get that boy's guts into shape." He'd never met someone with so weak a stomach and so adventurous a palate. A deadly combination, to be sure. But time and practice could fix many things, and if not simply that, Julian figured that feeding the guy nothing but Mexican food would force his digestive system to acclimate. It was<span style="font-style: italic">one</span>way to help, but probably not the best.<br/><br/>But now was time for business, and not of the bathroom variety. Hopefully, Ken could get Wes off his ass and into a truck before their caller died of exposure. Julian strolled into the office as well, limply crossing his arms as he turned and leaned against the wall inside after his arrival. "Guess not. Wonder what it is then?" They'd find out why their competition had come in soon enough, but he still had to wonder.<br/><br/>Through the office wall, he took notice of some strange noises. He'd heard that Wes was busy in the adjacent bathroom down the hall, but what he was hearing wasn't what he'd expect of someone with bowel trouble. It sounded almost like...moans? Julian's brow furrowed hard when he heard a long, drawn out groan through the air vent, and he silently mouthed a "What the fuck?" He'd have understood if the kid was sick, but what he was hearing suggested something else entirely was going on.<br/><br/>"Yo, you hear that?" Julian asked his brother, peering at the vent. "I swear, if that dude is beating it in there, he's fired."