a Messed up night
After a run in with some assassins the crew decided to split up. Each had their own agenda and the first thing on Sanzo's mind was "I need a drink." It was a cold night and he didn't feel like walking too far so he crawled into the first bar he could find.
"Gimme a beer," he scowled as he sat down.
"You sure you should be drinking, you look like some sort of priest?" asked the keep.
"Just give me one"
"No can do, priesty"
"Why the fuck not?"
"Outta beer, we do have a special on jagermeister today"
"alright give me 20 oz of that"
Bit by bit the liquor caught up to him as he became more and more inebriated.
"Hey keeeeeeeeeeeeep, gotta aneeeee good *hic* good smokes."
"I think i know what you mean. Head on into the back, they will hook you up there."
Sanzo stumbled into the back, and asked for a stoggie. One of the men (or women, he couldn't tell at this point) handed him a freshly rolled smoke. He took a puff and winced. It was a lot sharper then what he was looking for. Desperate for a smoke he continued smoking what he thought was tobacco.
He left the bar in a complete stagger. He fell as he walked off the curb and hit his head.
As he lifted it the world became vivid. Everything became brighter and more alive. People and objects we changing colors and shapes. He never felt this way before.
He needed to remember this moment some how so he grabbed some paper and drew a picture
