While he wouldn't have necessarily passed a breathalyzer test, Tuco managed to turn up at Belloq's door relatively sober, with most of his synapses still functioning. He knocked twice and waited, glancing over his shoulder like he had a reason to be worried.

Not that he was worried—it was more that standing there, he couldn't help but have a certain appreciation for what a job with Belloq might entail. Niko was dead, sure, and that was reason enough to be wary... but the guy dealt with serious artefacts, and he'd already promised a lot with what little he'd said so far.

Or maybe Tuco was projecting a little, but regardless of that, he felt like he had a reason to be excited. That maybe this was the start of the ever elusive good luck every other bastard seemed to experience.