"Huh..." Didn't he tell him he was a rodeo clown as well? He said that before telling him he was an agent? That was something. At least Azrael knew now. He didn't mind telling it, but he didn't offer it unless asked.
Looking at the bar, he was shocked that only he knew about Azrael's true form. Then again, everyone else seemed absorbed in their own little world. At least he knew to keep quiet. He didn't want to blurt it out in front of everyone.
With a grin, Tequila replied, "Bad drug trip. See, I took some stuff for a mission, but it turns out this crazy drug lord poisoned all of her supply. She wanted drugs legalized so she'd make more money. Well, ain't no agreements or made or nothin', an so me an' a bunch of other people were gettin' these bad symptoms. Started wi' blue spots all over yer body, than tha dancin', then paralysis, then yer brain explodin'. Well I left cuz Champ an' Ginger Ale were gonna freeze me, but I didn't want that shit. So I found a ticket fer Preya an' came on over. I started stage two, which is dancin', when I found a doctor 'round here an' she was able ta cure me. Good thing too. Hate ta jus' move on over here an' die like that."
And as crazy as that all sounded, it wasn't the craziest thing to happen before hand. It was Tequila's turn then. He was on a lucky streak. He lined up the ball and shot it into the pocket.
"Ah hell yeah!" He turned to Azrael. "So how'd you get here? Or why? Guess why would be better."