I raise an eyebrow. "not much different? I would've listened to Parmenion, bro. that shit you pulled at the Granicus? you're lucky Cleitus the Black was there.
"worth it..." he replies, blazed-ass eyes now distant.
i pass the bong to alexander the great. he has been surprisingly quick to grasp the idea and is now taking fat rips that make my eyes water to watch. he pauses after clearing the chamber, the stem lightly pinched between two slender fingers covered in gold filigree and tiny glittering emeralds. he holds it for a count of 5 and then blows the cloud out his pursed lips and flared nostrils. "delightful. much like a dragon." he says calmly, his eyes red and watery like sea-glass held to the sunset. "you know," he drawls, "we're not much different, you and i"