[Huitzilopochtli usually didn't drink alcohol. It didn't sustain him, and the taste never sat well with him. So when he woke up with a splitting headache and the taste of alcohol in his mouth he figured he'd tried to forget the memory of Cortez the way most humans tried to forget most things. What he didn't expect was the feeling of someone else beside him, resting comfortably in his arms. Well. This was new.]