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]

[doubles over, dropping the carton]

[maleborgia]

[SHOVES HIM]

[fuckyudied]

Flour and egg—! All we need's panko!

[maleborgia]

[wiping egg from his face and shaking it off onto the grass] What was that for?

[fuckyudied]

I told you, the flour! Dick!

[maleborgia]

That's not the same. [crouching and picking up the carton]

[fuckyudied]

Sheep's revenge!

[maleborgia]

You cracked some of these, asshole.

[fuckyudied]

It's all that friggin' gravity, I tell ya.

[maleborgia]

[tossing one of the cracked ones straight at his chest]

[fuckyudied]

[completely fails to dodge that]

—Oi! We were even!

[maleborgia]

Now we're even. [tossing the next one hard at the barrier and watching it sizzle]

[fuckyudied]

[wipes at his shirt :T :T :T and then wipes his hand on the back of Cesare's]

[maleborgia]

[too drunk to notice or care, underhand lobs him an egg] Your turn.

[fuckyudied]

[catches it with both hands and blinks at it]

Man... Talk about deja vu.

[maleborgia]

Of course, I just gave you one.

[fuckyudied]

[shakes his head sort of absently and gives it a squeeze. WHICH BREAKS IT, so that's cool]

Crap!

[maleborgia]

[laughing] Dumbass!

[fuckyudied]

[makes a swipe for his sleeve]

Shut up and gimme another one!

[maleborgia]

Catch. [tossing it again]

[fuckyudied]

[backs up a few steps, then does a nice baseball pitch]

[maleborgia]

[the phone is still lying forgotten on the grass but he shouts when it hits the barrier] Nice!

[fuckyudied]

How many we got left?

[maleborgia]

[checks again] Only three.

[fuckyudied]

Let's save 'em for the loudspeaker.