"In cento anni o cento mesi, l'acqua torna a' suoi paesi."

[sharktrash]

Who: Squalo and YOU!
What: birthday catch-all! Squalo's turning 23 on the 13th. Yes he is Pisces because his character wasn't fish-related enough yet.
When: 12th-14th
Where: All around Vista city, the mall, the bars, Pride HQ, MANTICORE penthouse, Junkyard Carnival penthouse, etc.
Warnings: Squalo language, violence, substance abuse, (mentions of) banging, will update as necessary


[ prompts in comments! ]

Comments

[alleato]

[Sputtering. Lots of it.]

Wh-what the hell? That's kind of personal!

[sharktrash]

[ pats him on the shoulder consolingly. ]

There, there. You do know there's all kinds of help for that nowadays. Admitting the problem is the first step! But nevermind that.

[ Some quick hand gestures at the bartender, and there's a pair of glasses plonked in front of them. The drink inside is... definitely stronger than whatever Dino was having. Maybe three times. He smirks and proceeds in Italian; ]

I'm expecting a toast from a fellow countryman.

[alleato]

[Dino is still dumbfounded and embarrassed, but he still whips his head around to see what's going on. The drinks look intimidating, but... well, it's not his birthday.

The glass is quickly taken in hand, and he contemplates it all before raising it to eye level.]

To the biggest asshole I have ever met. May you never change.

[sharktrash]

[ He stares at him for a moment... then laughs again. Guess it gets a pass. ]

I'm getting mixed messages here, 'Dino. But at least you acknowledge what a delight I am.

[ Raising a glass at him back and then downing it in one go. Yeah. ]

[alleato]

I'm feeling ambiguous today.

[And weird. Mostly weird. But it seems appropriate to say, and when in Rome, down your drink like you're ready to get wasted. He does the very thing, drinking not quite as quickly as Squalo, then pushes his other drink away.]

What the heck did I just drink?

[sharktrash]

In more ways than one?

[ Glad he remembers that much. Squalo makes an approving noise. ]

Gin and Sambuca. They usually set it on fire when serving.

[ But clearly the people here can't do anything right. ]

[alleato]

Are you trying to kill me?

[He laughs, though, because that went straight to his damn head. Straight to it. He's swaying a little.]

Anyway, where's your legion of adoring fans?

[sharktrash]

If I was, you'd know.

[ DO YOU WANT ANOTHER ONE? He's totally giving some instructions to the bartender... ]

Ditched them at the last bar. It's me time, not them time. I wanna have worthy company. Like myself.

[alleato]

[Seriously trashed, it is! He will take that drink if it's offered, but down the one he brought with him, too.]

Glad to be of, uh, service...? You're on a power trip, but I guess birthdays are the most acceptable day to do it.

[sharktrash]

All days are acceptable to do it! You should try it sometime.

[ Great. Because Squalo's gonna set it up right this time. With a coffee bean floating on top that he lights on fire. Good news, it's in a small shot glass this time. ]

Quick, drink while it's hot! And bite through the bean.

[alleato]

Are you fucking--

[IT IS ON FIRE WHAT THE HELL.]

O-okay!

[DOWN IT GOES and he makes the worst face and checks to make sure nothing got singed because seriously, Squalo is insane. Dino's a drink away from approving.]

[sharktrash]

[ TAKES HIS OWN SHOT AND GRINS LIKE A MANIAC WHILE WATCHING DINO ]

Am I fucking whom?

[alleato]

[Oh god well, this is how it ends. Dino's life. He can feel some intense burning inside his body from the drinks and he puts his hands flat on the table after scooting the shot glass away. Because seriously, fuck. That was intense. And he's blinking rapidly at the wall.]

Well, not me.

[Inhaling deeply, Dino looks dead on at Squalo.]

That's my limit for a little while. I was drinking before you got here.

[sharktrash]

[ Hope he shaved this morning or there'll probably be some singed hair on his upper lip, just sayin'. ]

Yeah, I noticed. [ headtilt. ] Your loss. The taste of this one is kinda shit, but if you don't want to wash it down...

[ getting himself another gin kthx ]

[alleato]

[JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH.

Dino will not survive this, will he?]

You're a really bad influence, you know that? I'm also bad at being a rock star. I keep thinking I should live it up. So here I am.

[sharktrash]

[ Not with his reputation intact, at least. ;D ]

Aw, thanks. [ Looks like he takes being called 'bad influence' as a compliment. Hell yeah, corrupting innocent golden boys, that's him. ] Hang around more and you'll be the rockiest rock star you can be in no time!

[alleato]

Across the labels? Massive scandal waiting to happen. I feel like my image is clean! Is there such a thing as being too clean?

[Tapping the glass in front if him, he thinks things over in that fuzzy haze caused by the drink. It all sounds like a good idea, maybe even just for tonight he'll let loose like he's "supposed" to.]

[sharktrash]

Of fucking course there is! Nothing like an image change to stand out in the crowd! And some rioting, definitely.

[ A serious look. ]

Alright, think hard but not too long now. What is something you've always wanted to do but didn't?

[alleato]

I guess...

[That's tough, and a change of pace... something cooler? Rugged? Wild? What does he say?]

Maybe be in charge for once? I'm always in the background. I never fight for anything, and I feel like I should be. Look at me, though! I don't even know what I want.

[sharktrash]

[ HE GETS A SLAP OVER THE HEAD FOR THAT ]

You just fucking SAID what you want! Come on, we're gonna get you fighting. [ There's that dangerous thoughtful look on his face as he scans the bar... settling on some unfortunate couple that must've come in to have fun. ] There! Get the girl!

[alleato]

Ow!

[He ducks and rubs the spot he was smacked in, narrowing his eyes. Then he follows that gaze and shakes his head slowly.]

No way. I'm not getting in the middle. I don't even know her. Can't I do something else?

[sharktrash]

There'll be no middle by the time you're done, if you know what you're doing. Fine. Go punch that guy.

[ He points some dude at the bar that looks like a sailor and has twice the muscle mass of both of them combined. ]

[alleato]

Are you serious???

[WHY.]

I can't just punch somebody!

[sharktrash]

[ OKAY HIS LOOK IS STARTING TO SHIFT TO ONE OF PITY AND DISDAIN ]

YOU think of something, then. What is it that you want to be on top of?

[alleato]

[Pity and disdain are apropos, honestly. Dino looks around the place, then at Squalo, and realizes he is drunk as fuck and probably couldn't punch someone even if he wanted to.

Again, though, he looks around as though considering every single person in the bar slash club slash whatever, he doesn't care anymore.

Finally he lands on Squalo again and smiles the most beautifully calm smile anyone could while being, well, drunk as fuck.]

You?

[Kidding or serious...? You be the judge.]