"Got cocky too soon, huh?" Azrael teased as he gently nudged him in the ribs. Walking past him, he placed his glass on the side of the pool table and picked up his cue.
Azrael lined up his next shot, pocketing one of the striped balls. He chuckled to himself. "All right hot shot" he started. "So what's your real name? Or am I just meant to keep calling you Tequila?" he asked. It was a fair point. He didn't know a lot about one of his friends. Tequila seemed to spend most of his time not talking about himself while showing people that he was both selfless and stubbornly forever young.