Gods don't throw parties for mortals
Gaucho grunted, scooting his antlered skull into the dirt and moss, as if he were trying to burrow, or perhaps just make his rather awkward position more comfortable. Still - how could Oxy think such a thing, with the glorious light flowing down from above? Perhaps it was a sign that the Sun God approved of whatever drugs his new friend had handed out. The Sun God had been appearing to him when he was pleased, hadn't he? He was mortal, maybe, but he had clearly done something to win the flaming stallion's approval, even if he wasn't entirely sure what that was.
Grunting again, Gaucho shook his nose in the air. "Yeah. Sun God does." He replied flatly, as if Oxy's statement was entirely naive and stupid. Clearly Gaucho was in the know here. Who wouldn't trust a strung out stallion, laying on his back and talking about parties and Gods?
"Gaucho know Sun God." He began, heaving himself to one side, so that his stormy gaze was directed more or less towards Oxy. More or less, because of course, there were two of the dark stallion floating around. Amazing how they didn't crash into each other - Oxy must have practice with this sort of thing. "Sun God throw any party he want. With Fire and things.." - This was much harder stoned. But if the Sun God was up there, watching his little disciple at this very moment, Gaucho wasn't about to give up."Sun God even give Gaucho powers. Or...well. Soon give Gaucho powers. Gaucho even meet Sun God's daughter - "
Rolling over further, to try and inch his dark snout closer to Oxy - which was more like him flailing, and rudely shoving his face towards the stallion, whispered in a husky voice: "...She hot." Realizing this pun, the stallion flopped down on one side again, cackling madly at his own little joke. His wings beat the ground as his chest heaved with amusement. Opening an almost tear-filled eye, the hallucinatory sun-light he had been paying attention to earlier, was suddenly gone. Gaucho's dark mug suddenly tightened as his laughter stopped. Clearly the Sun God wasn't pleased with Gaucho's physical attention to his daughter. Coughing to cover up this mistake, Gaucho grunted. "I mean. She very nice...er.. Sun God good. The best. That all." He concluded awkwardly.
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