At first glance it's a shocking similarity to the sight they'd seen between the half-naked couple: Cesar holding Ryuzaki against a waist-height bench, leaning forward and bracing against it with one hand, while Ryuzaki's arms clutch at the back of his neck. It's obvious what the bench is for, just as it's equally obvious that Cesar is in control, bent towards him and their bodies pressed tightly together--

One of Ryuzaki's hands darts between them, and Cesar rears his head back as though he'd been slapped. The fact that he's drunk off his ass and has no coordination left is immediately obvious: he tears himself out of Ryuzaki's grip, and it's just long enough to stumble back, overbalance, and fall flat on his ass. His face isn't visible from their angle, but he's not exactly scrambling to reengage his 'lover', and when he touches his face it comes away red. Shock--then understanding. He scrubs his face, taking away more blood, and wipes the arm on his shirt, posture already defensive.

They're both fully clothed. Shards of glass crunch underfoot, and both of them have traces of an ongoing struggle.