*The doppelganger has turned away, and the hands Cesar lifted to reply drop back to his sides. He didn't want anything--except he did. Tequila. Whisky. The doppelganger orders both, and maybe he could use a shot right now after all. It wasn't as though he was buying, or that he couldn't leave at any time.*
*Cesar slips onto a stool that's a few places away from an obviously under-the-influence couple, and he turns away a little so he won't have to see them. It conveniently has him facing a stool he's expecting the doppelganger to take. He waits.*
*The bar tender pours four shots with a skilled flourish, placing them on the counter one by one. They form a perfect line; the shot-glasses shine with light from the counter's glow. Cesar reaches for a glass--tequila, probably?--and holds it in his hands.*
*His eyes flicker in the doppelganger's direction, and that's all he needs to knock it back without preamble.*
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*Cesar slips onto a stool that's a few places away from an obviously under-the-influence couple, and he turns away a little so he won't have to see them. It conveniently has him facing a stool he's expecting the doppelganger to take. He waits.*
*The bar tender pours four shots with a skilled flourish, placing them on the counter one by one. They form a perfect line; the shot-glasses shine with light from the counter's glow. Cesar reaches for a glass--tequila, probably?--and holds it in his hands.*
*His eyes flicker in the doppelganger's direction, and that's all he needs to knock it back without preamble.*