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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.

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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!"

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Tezcatlipoca bit back a smile as he slid into a spot next to Quetzalcoatl. Times like this reminded him of when they actually spoke to each other without shouting, sniping, or destroying things. He ordered tequila and sipped at it, hardly even noticing the burn.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself," he remarked. "These are your colleagues?"

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"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."

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Tezcatlipoca snorted into his tequila. "Sounds like a pretentious bastard," he said. "He could have at least picked a more interesting era. And maybe invested in a hat. That hair is rather...unfortunate."

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"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."

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"Of course you will," Tezcatlipoca said, patting him on the shoulder. "Although I agree, I like looking this way forever. One of the perks left to us."

Tezcatlipoca slid the glass away in a smooth motion. "This one is mine. Let's get you one of your own. But you're right. It's good. Strong. Maybe after you finish it, we can spend the rest of the evening talking about the American Revolution. Since you're such a big fan." He laughed and raised two fingers for another round.

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"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."

Goddammit you two. Stop being so entertaining. XD

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"And then they'll say you're drunk, and they'll take away your tequila," Tezcatlipoca pointed out, in what he thought was a perfectly logical way. "And then I'd have to punch you back, and we both know that never ends well." He finished his glass and gestured for a third. "Besides. I'm actually sort of enjoying myself. Don't ruin it for me."

NEVAH

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"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."

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"They would if they thought you couldn't get home safely," Tezcatlipoca said, outright smirking now. "But that's what taxis are for, so I say drink up." He held up four fingers this time, because it was a party, and you drank at parties. (He might have been a little drunk by now.)

"Oh, say hello to her for me," he said, finishing his own drink. He really did like the priestess, she was one of a very short list. "I should go by the Temple again soon."

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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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Tezcatlipoca downed half of one of his own glasses, torn between pride and apprehension. "Some of those stories make us sound like drunken frat boys," he snorted into his glass. "One can only hope she leaves those out when she talks to the initiates."