@morenocaleb -- outside of a bar
When Ezra looks at himself in the bathroom, he almost falls back.
Fuck.
He's not sure how he got to this point. It's been drink after drink with some of the Cartel members, shot after shot, and maybe he's thrown a blunt in somewhere. He's not necessarily dizzy -- it's just that alarming takeover alcohol and drugs like to poison him with. Loss of control.
And it hits Ezra extra hard, when he walks out into the cold air of the night, and runs into Caleb.
An ugh sounds escapes him as Caleb's shoulder hits his chest, blowing some of the air out in an instant. It's not a motion of violence -- but Ezra moves with so much of it, that it hurts.
Weirdly enough, they've texted. Weirdly enough, Ezra becomes quite aware of the fact that he's drunk texted one of his worst enemies, and that he can't quite remember what he said. Wow. Santiago will rip his head off, if he ever finds out. Ezra just hopes he doesn't.
"Are you following me?"
God, are his pupils blown out.
