[ They’ve had their share of fun for the evening—Tezcatlipoca made sure of it. It’s part of his nature to be drawn towards conflict and chaos, which is why he loves Kowloon already, but it’s just as much a part of it that he’s indulgent in this very specific way. The way he sees the world, fate, luck, all of it, he has a better sense of how quickly things change. Good luck always leads to bad luck and vice versa, so you have to enjoy the former while you have it. It’s not the most cheerful view of things, though, which is why he keeps it to himself.
It's led them to bars of many varieties, since Tezcatlipoca still feels like he’s exploring Kowloon, and thus wasn’t content to stay in one spot too long. Maybe one drink or one thing to smoke, then it was onto the next. The evening had ended at that especially unique club that Tezcatlipoca had mentioned. The workers there were indeed one of a kind for Kenos, and considering it was a strip bar, well. There were all new kinds of genitalia to be seen. Also new numbers of them.
But after that, he was feeling the siren call of bed. He has a pleasant amount of drugs and liquor in his system. Enough that he probably won’t embarrass himself, but also, no guarantees there. It’s at least not so bad that Tezcatlipoca had needed to barge into Silco’s office and demand to crash there. He leads the way back to his apartment, but the buzz has made him feel hot, so he has the jacket casually slung over a shoulder as they go. It not only shows the matching tattoos on his upper arms (and a bit of one peeking out of his shirt on his back), but the holster that he’d been hiding under the jacket with the gun now fully on display. This late, anyone else out and about needs to see it as a sign to try their luck elsewhere, he figured.
When Matt starts talking, Tezcatlipoca tosses him a curious glance at first, but he laughs after it takes him the second to catch up. ]
—I guess I did say we’d save it.
[ He reaches into his pants pocket to pull out his keys, since they’re close. He twirls it around his finger and nods, though his words are slurred by this point in the night. ]
Least in my world, yeah. That’s how it goes. Reality ain’t as concrete as people think. Also a lot fuckin’ weirder than people think. But there’s plenty that’s just misinterpreted too. Ain’t as clear where shit comes from when you don’t have the Gods able to chat with ya whenever we feel like it.
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It's led them to bars of many varieties, since Tezcatlipoca still feels like he’s exploring Kowloon, and thus wasn’t content to stay in one spot too long. Maybe one drink or one thing to smoke, then it was onto the next. The evening had ended at that especially unique club that Tezcatlipoca had mentioned. The workers there were indeed one of a kind for Kenos, and considering it was a strip bar, well. There were all new kinds of genitalia to be seen. Also new numbers of them.
But after that, he was feeling the siren call of bed. He has a pleasant amount of drugs and liquor in his system. Enough that he probably won’t embarrass himself, but also, no guarantees there. It’s at least not so bad that Tezcatlipoca had needed to barge into Silco’s office and demand to crash there. He leads the way back to his apartment, but the buzz has made him feel hot, so he has the jacket casually slung over a shoulder as they go. It not only shows the matching tattoos on his upper arms (and a bit of one peeking out of his shirt on his back), but the holster that he’d been hiding under the jacket with the gun now fully on display. This late, anyone else out and about needs to see it as a sign to try their luck elsewhere, he figured.
When Matt starts talking, Tezcatlipoca tosses him a curious glance at first, but he laughs after it takes him the second to catch up. ]
—I guess I did say we’d save it.
[ He reaches into his pants pocket to pull out his keys, since they’re close. He twirls it around his finger and nods, though his words are slurred by this point in the night. ]
Least in my world, yeah. That’s how it goes. Reality ain’t as concrete as people think. Also a lot fuckin’ weirder than people think. But there’s plenty that’s just misinterpreted too. Ain’t as clear where shit comes from when you don’t have the Gods able to chat with ya whenever we feel like it.