Rows upon rows of blue-green agave stretched across the sun-baked landscape, a vast sea of spiky succulents beneath a wide desert sky. At the edge of the plantation, a girl sat cross-legged next to a majestic peacock, its shimmering plumage catching the golden light of the setting sun. A shot of neat tequila and a wedge of fresh lime sat in front of them, ready to begin an evening of tequila-fueled festivities.