A guy named Nacho and his Chica

The radio announces a dance contest and concert:

["Ahorra en la Poderrosa...Hombres y mujeres vamos a bailar!! Vamos a gosar!! ensenar cuero y piernas! Hombres trailo!!!
Esta fin de semana en la Plaza de Port Oaks a las siete de la tarde, Club Baile presenta Los Tigres de Grandville y Ultima Baile! Para entrar en la
competencia y ganar el primer premio de $10,000 mil dolares! Llama a 1-800.....para inscribirse en el concurso."]

Envi turned off the radio and grinned, she knew this would be it, this would be the chance to get her name out there...the opportunity to grow and to even get off of Mercy Island. Her destiny awaited her..and this would be the only way out. She would tell Nacho tonite
about the contest. He had to do this, one more time for her. In her mind, she had already won
and was on the ferry to Grandville where she would start anew and begin her career.

Envi found Nacho at his favorite hangout, the Panaderia. Every day, twice a day at both 6am and 1pm, the baker would put out fresh baked pan dulce. It was 1:05pm when she arrived to find Nacho savoring a cuernito fresh out of the oven.

"Mmmm just as sweet as you mami" he greeted Envi with a sugary kiss on the cheek. She quickly wiped the sugar off and looked at him.
He raised his eyebrow when he saw her face, He knew it too well. That look of sheer determination-las ganas. "Que quieres ahorra?" he asked
while still chewing. "Well babe, looks like there is a new dance contest this coming weekend, and was wondering if you had any plans?"
She gave him that look, the one that said, you are doing this with me whether you like it or not (with just a tad of puppy eye and a smile).
"Aye Dios Mio" He looked at her in disbelief, "Tell you what, I'll do it as long as you give me the answer I want to hear?"
He threw it back to her. She hated when he did that. "Aye! c'mon papi! you know I can't answer you yet" she replied.
"Babe, it's been almost a year now...if you dont know by now..." he sighed and suddenly the fresh cuernito in his hand didn't seem as satisfying and neither did the relationship. He needed to know if she loved him enough to be with him forever and he knew he just got
his answer. Stifling his emotions he took her into his arms (he could feel her resisting) gave her a hug then let her go.
Envi pulled away "I tell you what," she said "why don't I think about it, then after the dance, I'll give you my answer??" she gave him a cheesy smile.
He looked at her, dropped the cuernito on the street. "Dancing will always be your first and only love won't it? no room for me is there?"
he spouted. He could almost feel her cringe, and what was that, did she just roll her eyes?
"Ayyy, why do you got to make it hard for me? why can't I just have more time?" she pleaded.
"Fine, think about it all you want, but I won't be dancing with you this time or ever." He kissed her on the cheek and began to walk away.
She was dumbfounded. "Nacho...Francisco! where are you going I NEED you for this!" she watched him walk away."PINCHE CABRON!!" Now what the hell am I supposed to do
she thought. "He's got to do this with me."


Chica translations:
Panaderia = Bakery
Pan Dulce = Sweet Bread
Cuernito = Sweet bread shaped like a horn
Las ganas = the drive/will to do something
Pinche Cabron = basically an "Asshole"
"Que quieres ahorra?" = Now what do u want?