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Who: Quetzalcoatl & Tezcatlipoca
What: Drunk, catty Aztecs are making terrible life choices
When: Thursday night
Where: The party Quetz mentioned
Warnings: Drinking, language, Aztecs, TBD
Notes: Sorry this took so long, Chelsea! IJ decided to hate my phone.


Normally, Tezcatlipoca didn't go out with Quetzalcoatl much, although he couldn't pass up an opportunity to get drunk and maybe see him do something foolish. Plus, he never turned down the chance to do a little mocking. Honestly. All those people going on and on about the world ending. Such nonsense.

He'd arrived at the address he'd been given, looking around for the Serpent amongst the crush of people.

Date: 2012-12-21 03:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] snake-eye.insanejournal.com
Parties among university staff were always good for alcohol and terrible dancing, so Quetzalcoatl felt right at home. It helped that the day before had been when grades were officially in, so most of the staff had nothing to do besides get drunk. The bar they were holding the party in was a familiar one, and Quetzalcoatl spent his first few minutes there chatting with one of the waiters.

Quetzalcoatl was well into his third margarita when he spotted Tezcatlipoca. "Hello! Tezcatlipoca!"

Date: 2012-12-21 04:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] snake-eye.insanejournal.com
"Some of them, yes," Quetzalcoatl said, gesturing with the hand holding his drink. "See the balding one over there nursing his Long Island Iced Tea? He talks about the colonial era like he was there. It makes me want to punch him."

Date: 2012-12-21 04:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] snake-eye.insanejournal.com
"Never aging is nice," Quetzalcoatl said, nodding sagely. "My hair stays exactly where it is. And don't talk to me about boring eras, if I have to hear anymore about the American Revolution and the Civil War, I will turn into a snake right there in class. In front of the world."

Quetzalcoatl was in the pleasantly buzzed state of mind that meant he'd decided Tezcatlipoca's drink should be his as well. "Give me that, it looks good."

Date: 2012-12-21 04:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] snake-eye.insanejournal.com
"I will punch you," Quetzalcoatl said, but there wasn't any particular venom in it. He happily accepted his tequila. "In front of this bar and all these professors."

NEVAH

Date: 2012-12-23 09:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] snake-eye.insanejournal.com
"They like me here, they wouldn't take my tequila," Quetzalcoatl said, gesturing grandly and nearly displacing the ketchup bottle sitting at the edge of the table. "Oh, speaking of people who like me, Elena says hello."

Date: 2012-12-24 02:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] snake-eye.insanejournal.com
Quetzalcoatl thought more drinking was a fine idea. It was very definitely not the end of the world, and so the supply of tequila was in no danger of running out.

"You should, she tells all the initiates stories about you," Quetzalcoatl said. "The Great Tezcatlipoca."

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