Chapter 107
You know me better than that, Chicahua," She replied with Tlacelel's voice. "I am the Champion! I can drink you, Quauhtli, and Nacde under the table then carry all three of you to bed to sleep it off." Chicahua, another man, and a woman who all sat together at her end of the table laughed in reply. "Tlacelel, we have known you since we were all knee high to a coyote," the second man interjected with a smirk, "and with the exception of Nacde -- whom we all know is least able to handle her drink -- you are the first of us to make a fool of yourself with alcohol. You may be Xochipilli's Champion now, but you are still a light-weight." At this announcement the woman seated beside the speaker slapped him hard on the arm. "Quauhtli! I have no trouble handling my drink! I just choose the path
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