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]

Ha! Whatever. This counts.

[maleborgia]

A more exclusive guest list. Only the important people were invited.

[fuckyudied]

We always skip out early, anyway.

[maleborgia]

The party is actually to keep other people out of our way. That's the secret.

[fuckyudied]

Bottom's up already!

[maleborgia]

[grabbing a bottle and pouring for himself] Cheers.

[fuckyudied]

Gimme a glass of that! I need a chaser.

[maleborgia]

[taking it and then filling the same glass alllllllllll the way up to the brim, spilling a little as he hands it over] There you go.

[fuckyudied]

So what else is on the menu? Or am I not allowed to ask.

[maleborgia]

I didn't bother thinking it out beyond this. I figured once we finished this portion of the night's activities any prior planning would be out the window anyway.

[fuckyudied]

[laughs and takes a drink from each glass]

We'll figure it out!

[maleborgia]

End up back--Oh! We need to go find those pictures!

[fuckyudied]

Which ones?

[maleborgia]

The ones that we couldn't make heads nor tails of. We can sort through them while we wait for the cake to finish.

[fuckyudied]

Damn! That's right! Let's solve that mystery once and for all.

[maleborgia]

Drink up! You'll need to be properly under the influence.

[fuckyudied]

Same to you! You're the genius.

[maleborgia]

You're smart enough under that façade.

[fuckyudied]

You sayin' I got a dumb face?

[maleborgia]

I'm saying that you do a lot of dumb shit.

[fuckyudied]

Like you're any better.

[maleborgia]

It's all your negative influence. I was fine before. [motioning for the glass back]

[fuckyudied]

Yeah, yeah. We've been over this! But I say you had the delinquent in you the whole time.

[finishes his glass, then the other, and hands it back. STILL MAKING A FACE but at least he's over the involuntary yucko shivers]

[maleborgia]

Me? I'm an angel. [hand to his chest, then drops it to fill the glass] I've been under the spell of one of those flowers or mirrors or what have you the whole time you've known me. I blame Camp.

[fuckyudied]

Usually a good call.

[but using his feet to jiggle Cesare's chair anyway]