It would have been hard to miss the delicate arrival of Oxy, as his body unceremoniously crashed through the brush, just as Gaucho's had done earlier. On any other occasion, and in a different state of mind, Gaucho might have drawn himself away from the tree, and squared himself against this noisy arrival. He might have fanned his flaming wings from his sides, and stood tall against the serene backdrop, ready for a fight, or at least an explanation. Did he look like he wanted to be bothered? All 17.2 muscular hands of his war-painted and muscular body? But it wasn't any other occasion, and he wasn't in a different state of mind. It was this occasion, with this state of mind (at least, the state of mind he would have for the next 10 seconds, until he was zapped).

As his stormy gaze fell upon the dual-horned stallion, a tiny flicker of recognition blossomed deep within Gaucho's simple mind. Something....something about that bag...it looked...what was in there? Gaucho felt like he knew...there was something...it felt...dizzy? In his minds eye, he could see trees - but not regular trees. It was as if he was looking up at them from the ground. He remembered laughing, and something about trees, and something about -

Kak-tus man

Yes. Kaktus. He remembered that! He -

-felt tingly. At first, it was just a coldish prickle, that gradually subsumed his entire body. His wings jerked against his back, throwing rays of light against the romantic backdrop. The feeling suddenly turned warm, and seemed to burrow into his core, making his bones feel light as air. But it wasn't just his bones, it was as if his mind felt the same weightless warmth that his body did as well. For a brief moment, Gaucho considered fighting the feeling (as if that was possible). As proof, a small snarl began to form on his dark lips, but quickly turned into a wide-mouth grin. His wings had stopped their jerking - and almost as if just noticing it now, he began to fold and unfold them, causing the flames that lingered there to throw even more light around them.

"Light" Gaucho responded with a childish grin, still fanning his wings. It would likely have been unclear whether he meant that he felt light, or that his wings were causing light. Then again, it probably didn't matter - At least not for Gaucho. No sooner had the words left his lips, his mind turned to other things, as the hazy high began to settle firmly upon his shoulders.

As his glassy gaze slowly whirled back to Oxy (which actually included Gaucho's entire body moving in the process, as if to stabilize his vision), his eyes narrowed. The ray like marking over his left eye seemed to squish, as Gaucho scrutinized his old comrade. Licking his lips, the dun snorted, almost directly into Oxy's face. "Tell me -" He began, words slurring, his voice holding all of the familiarity of a drunkard who thinks everyone is his best friend. "You ever lie to Gaucho?"

And as we all know, heartfelt talks are always better under the influence of drugs.