Castor had been drunk with agents of Chaos before. He wasn't new to this. He was somewhat a veteran to the whole get drunk with the enemy deal. Granted, Tanz had been sane then, and they'd been younger then, but now?
Now it was because he'd somewhere lost his ability to fear death.
And Leto seemed the type of woman who could appreciate letting loose and tempting fate. You didn't become royal without taking a few risks after all.
The invite was casual with a fair warning. Top of the water tower, bring your favorite beer, and I'll bring the water balloons. Immaturity showing he didn't care. Down below druggies and theives ran around the streets, and with walmart on the other side of the street, it was good people watching entertainment.
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