Cesar shakes his head and holds a quelling hand up as though to say, 'I have everything under control now.' The effect is somewhat ruined by the stench of vomit and spilled alcohol that hangs around him like a cloud, as well as the fact that he's so obviously wasted.

Both of them get one last look, as though to punctuate the gesture, before he lets his hand drop, turning to the spot where the curtain meets the wall. He walks the distance. The world tries to inch out from under him with every step, and he has to take it carefully, with no small amount of swaying.