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]

Comments

[fuckyudied]

Hell no!

[maleborgia]

Maybe we can rope someone else into doing it. Have you bullied anyone into submission lately?

[fuckyudied]

Just some hotshot rich kid.

[maleborgia]

Watch it, or I'll throw the next one in your face.

[fuckyudied]

[snorts, almost dropping his cigarette]

[maleborgia]

[laughing a little] Shit, cigarettes! I should have gotten you those, too.

[fuckyudied]

You got me pegged!

[maleborgia]

Cigarettes and shitty alcohol. You're an easy date.

[fuckyudied]

[leans back on one hand, waiting for Cesare to finish his last drink]

Yup. Lucky for you.

[maleborgia]

Don't hold out for a ring.

[pouring]

[fuckyudied]

[kicks at him]

Hurry it up!

[maleborgia]

[shot! And he swears, shaking his head hard]

[fuckyudied]

[jumps up, but has to steady himself on the nearest stool (partially so he can give Cesare another kick)]

Alright! Let's burn this place to the ground!

[maleborgia]

[leaning out of the way and righting himself with a little difficulty] Do you think the flames would go past the barrier? What about the ash?

[fuckyudied]

If it came from outside—

[wait where did he leave his phone]

[maleborgia]

What outside?

[fuckyudied]

Barrier. Dunno.

[maleborgia]

What about the barrier? The fire?

[fuckyudied]

[waves a hand to shush him]

Save your what-if philosophy BS for later! You got a recipe?

[maleborgia]

[it takes him a moment to realize what he is talking about and he laughs] Not at all. Go wild.

[fuckyudied]

[this laugh is not reassuring]

Got it!

[maleborgia]

[sitting back on the stool for a moment, but he's too restless and gets up again] Do you need anything else?

[fuckyudied]

Music!

[maleborgia]

[handing him his phone, mi data su data] Go for it.

[fuckyudied]

[his is somewhere nearby but WHO CARES, time to crank it

once typing gets easier

please hold]