Birthday Party of Two

[maleborgia]

[Cesare is sitting on one of three (new! ish) barstools in Canada's kitchen, a large bowl of a dark amber liquid on the counter next to him and sending a text to Someone.]

[literally it's just a video of three different bottles (labels carefully covered) being opened and poured into a mixing bowl]

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[fuckyudied]

on my way

[maleborgia]

[as soon as that message is received he puts the phone in his pocket and starts pulling things out of the cabinet and fridge, lining them up alongside it.

there's a brandy glass in the sink already, maybe this explains a little why he drops the full bag of flour down in the row and stands just out of sight next to the doorway with the mostly empty one]

[fuckyudied]

[PRANK HOUSE 2016

doesn't even bother knocking /o/]

[maleborgia]

[as soon as Yusuke steps into the kitchen, Cesare upends the flour over his head]

Tanti auguri, cazzo!

[fuckyudied]

—Oi!

[maleborgia]

[laughing as he slaps him on the back, releasing another cloud of flour] You got here quickly enough!

[fuckyudied]

[coughs, trying (VERY UNSUCCESSFULLY) to brush it off his hair]

The hell was that for?!

[maleborgia]

I'm just wishing you a happy birthday. Don't you want your present and cake?

[fuckyudied]

[flicks flour at him]

Gimme those first next time!

[maleborgia]

Ah, there's the problem. [one hand on his back, pushing him towards the counter] There's some assembly required. Drink up.

[fuckyudied]

[pulls off his jacket and smacks Cesare with it, but is almost immediately distracted by the punch bowl]

[maleborgia]

[drapes the jacket on one of the stools] That's yours. It comes with a challenge.

[fuckyudied]

You're on! Get me a glass.

[maleborgia]

[taking the glass out of the sink because what's a little spit between friends? besides, the alcohol will sanitize it.]

Tell me what the three bottles were.

[fuckyudied]

[if there's still a boundary they haven't crossed yet, it's definitely not sharing glasses]

'course it comes with a dumbass riddle.

[maleborgia]

Don't tell me you can't figure it out! I thought you were knowledgeable about things like this.

[fuckyudied]

And where's yours, huh?

[maleborgia]

[leaning on his shoulder] I already had my share. This is all yours.

[fuckyudied]

Yeah, right! It's my birthday. We're gonna toast.

[maleborgia]

I'll toast to you and your birthday after you figure out what we're drinking.

[fuckyudied]

Deal.

[getting himself about half a cup's worth]

[maleborgia]

[waiting!]

[fuckyudied]

[takes a healthy sip! annnnd immediately chokes]

[maleborgia]

[sitting on a stool, laughing again]

[fuckyudied]

[sticks out his tongue]

What the hell did you make?!