*Cesar shoots him a look, but reaches for another shot. The fact that he sips instead of throwing it back says a lot about his current levels of intoxication. What says even more is how he's considering the possibilities:*
*The first option is to stay there and drink. Could he drink forever? Obviously not, as he'd probably pass out or fall asleep at the bar. It wouldn't be such a terrible thing on its own, but there's nothing that feels safe or friendly about this club, and he's almost certain that he would wake up relieved of cash and credit cards.*
*The next option is to go with Ryuzaki. Cesar swallows, and the whisky's burn is barely registering by now. Maybe they could have a little fun, and Cesar could pretend he was having the last night with Lazarus that he never got to have...*
*Pathetic. Cesar grimaces and drags his free hand down the front of his face, sober enough to be humiliated by these thoughts and not sober enough to avoid them. He needed to get over himself. Maybe he'd be better off going with the man to a dark corner and punching him out, then tottering unsteadily all the way home. It was no more than Ryuzaki deserved....*
*The third is to simply leave. He doesn't find this one as appealing as the other two, for one because Ryuzaki would probably just follow him home, and for another because he's already tried it, and each time he stands Ryuzaki intercepts him. He could force the man away, of course, but there's an emotional fatigue that's stealing his will to make himself heard over Ryuzaki's cajoling. At the very least he wants to stay until he's recovered a little more.*
*Cesar takes a longer sip of whiskey, glancing at Ryuzaki with what he probably thinks is discreet consideration.*
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*The first option is to stay there and drink. Could he drink forever? Obviously not, as he'd probably pass out or fall asleep at the bar. It wouldn't be such a terrible thing on its own, but there's nothing that feels safe or friendly about this club, and he's almost certain that he would wake up relieved of cash and credit cards.*
*The next option is to go with Ryuzaki. Cesar swallows, and the whisky's burn is barely registering by now. Maybe they could have a little fun, and Cesar could pretend he was having the last night with Lazarus that he never got to have...*
*Pathetic. Cesar grimaces and drags his free hand down the front of his face, sober enough to be humiliated by these thoughts and not sober enough to avoid them. He needed to get over himself. Maybe he'd be better off going with the man to a dark corner and punching him out, then tottering unsteadily all the way home. It was no more than Ryuzaki deserved....*
*The third is to simply leave. He doesn't find this one as appealing as the other two, for one because Ryuzaki would probably just follow him home, and for another because he's already tried it, and each time he stands Ryuzaki intercepts him. He could force the man away, of course, but there's an emotional fatigue that's stealing his will to make himself heard over Ryuzaki's cajoling. At the very least he wants to stay until he's recovered a little more.*
*Cesar takes a longer sip of whiskey, glancing at Ryuzaki with what he probably thinks is discreet consideration.*