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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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"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."