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]

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]

[maleborgia]

[kicks back at him] Watch it! You'll make me spill this.

[fuckyudied]

[smacks his foot]

Then hurry up!

[maleborgia]

Not without you. You're the man of the hour! [raising his glass] Salud.

[fuckyudied]

Salud!

[maleborgia]

[taking the shot and then slamming the glass down on the counter (fortunately not hard enough to break it) and standing] Just chug that mess already. Pick up the whole bowl.

[fuckyudied]

Only if you're volunteering for clean up duty when I hurl chunks.

[... but he's thinking about it]

[maleborgia]

I'll toss you in the ocean. That should take care of it, don't you think?

[fuckyudied]

If I do it in under a minute you owe me a gold ceiling!

[maleborgia]

Done, but you have to hurl in the sink if you're going to be sick.

[fuckyudied]

Nah. I'll aim for your face.

[maleborgia]

[kicks at him and gets up] Stop stalling. I'm going to get the pictures. They should be in order still so I'll lay them out on the floor while you bake that. [leaving]

[fuckyudied]

C'mon, who's gonna time me!

[but taking the chance to add a little of the nasty stuff to Cesare's glass while he's gone]

[maleborgia]

[back in a couple minutes with the stack of pictures, sitting right on the ground and making a timeline] Right, this is where it starts.

[fuckyudied]

[grabs the bowl and sits next to him]

You recognize anything yet?

[maleborgia]

Careful. Don't spill that.

I know this is a subway station and this is that one store and this is the food stand. We said that already...

[fuckyudied]

[crosses his legs]

Got it. Time me.

[maleborgia]

[phone immediately out (although set to record video rather than to the clock)] Go.

[fuckyudied]

[GOING FOR THE GOLD]

[maleborgia]

[lets get a close zoom on his face]

[fuckyudied]

[doesn't stop until he finishes, but hoooly shit]

[maleborgia]

[sending him the video already] Congratulations! You're the champion.