Two Eyes Cenote do i at least remind you of every girl that made you mad?

a belch. steam hissed into the darkened air as khusobek pissed out the night of drink, head aching and senses overwhelmed almost to irritation.

"certainly," he grunted sarcastically, though he had no intention of refusing. his shadow was a swagger across the sand. 

"i look forward to the wedding feast. and the guests. who knows, perhaps i will charm some foolish noblewoman and she will take me away to be her husband!" his laughter was raucous; it frightened a passing lizard into a skitter and sent pain lancing through his own skull.