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]

Shut up for a second.

[maleborgia]

Hurry up and finish with that.

[fuckyudied]

[pockets the phone, giving up for now]

What?

[maleborgia]

Catch. [tossing him two]

[fuckyudied]

[catches them, almost fumbling the second one]

Oi!

[maleborgia]

[one hand on the carton] Do you need any more?

[fuckyudied]

... I got a better idea.

[maleborgia]

Don't even think about it.

[fuckyudied]

Save the rest! We're gonna pay the loudspeaker a visit later.

[maleborgia]

Right. And the barrier, I want to see if these things fry.

[fuckyudied]

[cracks up]

[maleborgia]

Wait. [grabbing his arm] Forget the barrier, let's try the sheep.

[fuckyudied]

Aw, don't be a dick! Bring 'em somethin'.

[maleborgia]

I'm bringing them eggs.

[fuckyudied]

[cranks the oven to preheat it and grabs his jacket]

Whatever! Let's go already!

[maleborgia]

Now? [grabbing the carton]

[fuckyudied]

[already heading out the front door /o/]

[maleborgia]

[following after!] Hey, cazzo!

[fuckyudied]

If you're gonna bitch about the cake, I don't wanna hear it!

[maleborgia]

I just said to wait for me.

[fuckyudied]

[stops, smacking Cesare on the shoulder when he catches up. IT'S PROBABLY A FRIENDLY GESTURE but ouch]

Pro-horse, anti-sheep. You're a complicated guy.

[maleborgia]

[laughs, but ow] Alvis is the opposite, at least when she's younger...

[fuckyudied]

[oh right, the cigarette. back to smoking]

Horses got some mean teeth on 'em.

[maleborgia]

Did Vaje finally get a bite out of you?

[fuckyudied]

I'd bite him right back!