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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[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?!

[maleborgia]

Is it not good? I'm not much of a cook.

[fuckyudied]

[kicks at his stool]

There better not be bleach in this crap.

[maleborgia]

You saw me make it. That's all I added.

[fuckyudied]

[hops up on the stool next to him and settles down for a second sip]

To the bowl. I'm onto you.

[maleborgia]

I give you my word.

Any guesses?

[fuckyudied]

Tequila.

[maleborgia]

You got one. Keep going.

[fuckyudied]

[holds up a second finger]

Rum, 'cause you're an asshole.

[maleborgia]

[laughs] I'd say that's cheating but I want to encourage you to use your head. And?

[fuckyudied]

I can taste it, too. It ain't like it's water!

[maleborgia]

Ha. I thought you liked those two?

[fuckyudied]

On their own, smartass.

[maleborgia]

I'm sorry, this was my first attempt at a mixed drink. I'll do a better job next year.

[fuckyudied]

[takes another sip, going back and watching the video again]

Whiskey? Hang on.

[maleborgia]

Hey, hey! That was your invitation, not your cheat sheet.