Blessings of Drunkenness

Nico’s doing a gig at a political event that suddenly spawns a neverending spring of booze, courtesy of the Mexica gods of drunken shenanigans. If you read a lot of my stuff, you’ll recognise a couple of faces in the crowd, pretty early on. And, yes, Lucian has an accent that occasionally gets in his way.---"Sorcerer, my ass." Ometochtli jabbed a finger at Lucian. "Look, what are you, the god of ass-blisters? It’s all right. There’s pulque enough for that. Pulque is my business. God of drunkenness, rabbits, and doing things you’ll regret when you wake up with a hangover, half a dozen coyotes, three guys in lipstick, and a girl who looks like your grandma. You could be the Syrian god of falling in dungheaps, and I’d let it go, but don’t think you can keep telling me you’re not one of us."