Quetzalcoatl muttered very uncharitable things under his breath about how it was a goddamn miracle tequila wasn't the cause of the problem this time. Then he set about making coffee while Tezcatlipoca searched for his clothes. He was getting to his own coffee first, damn it. He deserved that much.
When the coffee was done, he was torn between making it a peace offering and spitting in it to keep it all to himself. On one hand, they could probably piece together what had happened much easier working as a team. On the other, Tezcatlipoca had given him a hickey the size of a grapefruit in a very visible spot on his neck. Eventually, grudgingly, he poured a cup for Tezcatlipoca.