*By the time Ryuzaki is done Cesar is hunched on his elbows at the bar, staring stonishly at the now-empty shotglass in his hand and fiercely regretting everything. He regrets coming here. He regrets demanding to be told. He regrets not buying more shots, and he regrets being somewhere that he doesn't feel comfortable getting well and truly knock-out smashed. He'd probably get robbed, or drugged, or worse, hook up with the clone.*
*Cesar puts the glass down, nodding once and rising to his feet. Oh--hm. Two shots taken on top of a system that was already well on its way to intoxication hasn't done anything for his coordination, and he knows he's probably going to sway the whole way home. Oh well.*
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Date: 2015-09-21 03:13 am (UTC)*Cesar puts the glass down, nodding once and rising to his feet. Oh--hm. Two shots taken on top of a system that was already well on its way to intoxication hasn't done anything for his coordination, and he knows he's probably going to sway the whole way home. Oh well.*