...Oh, is that what that's about? Some poor fucker tried to jump me yesterday and was talkin' about you dyin' your hair or some shit. Makes more sense now.

[ Tezcatlipoca doesn't elaborate on what happened to them, because there's no need! It's practically understood implicitly between them, right? ]

Yeah, sounds good. Let's go bar hoppin', since that Gregor dude is starting to get suspicious about the "tab" I have at Silco's.

[ This is a tab that he definitely said "no, Silco's got me, I swear" several times to. He has no intention of paying up. He'll just go complain to Silco and get it forgiven, or such is his plan. ]

But we can meet outside Draumahol, if that works for you.