[ Cisco isn't really all that surprised that, outwardly, at least, Taako doesn't look like a mess at all. He's got magic for that, and Cisco knows it's not just vanity that makes Taako conceal when he is feeling weak. But that isn't going to fool him; too many of the details from their text conversation keep replaying in his head. Cisco is worried, beneath his smile. ]

Yeah, well, you haven't taught me any of those elvish pickup lines yet, have you.

[ He asks the bartender to get him two shots of tequila, which seems like plenty to start with. Once she's walked away to get that for him, Cisco leans in closer to Taako and says in a low enough voice that he probably won't be overheard. ]

You weren't kidding about this place being a dump, geeze. How is everything sticky?!

[ Cisco wrinkles his nose melodramatically, touching his palm to the top of the bar and then pulling it away in disgust. ]