*The condom dangles from Ryuzaki's mouth like a charm, and Cesar stares at it, surprised he had one on himself at all. Seconds tick on. His mind is working surprisingly well for someone who's had as much to drink as he has, but it's going in circles, and an actual decision dances just out of his grasp.*
*.... Finally he reaches it. His gaze drops, and he tips back the last of the shot, swallowing it down to brace himself. His eyes go from the shotglass to Ryuzaki's head. Then to his neck, and his chest, and the shotglass again.*
*He meets Ryuzaki's gaze again, now, giving him a smile that's supposed to be agreeable, but that's turned out bitter and tense. He nods, lifting two fingers by way of answer. The second one. The second answer of which question? Either works, and he stands again, reaching for the last shot. He doesn't knock this one back.*
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*.... Finally he reaches it. His gaze drops, and he tips back the last of the shot, swallowing it down to brace himself. His eyes go from the shotglass to Ryuzaki's head. Then to his neck, and his chest, and the shotglass again.*
*He meets Ryuzaki's gaze again, now, giving him a smile that's supposed to be agreeable, but that's turned out bitter and tense. He nods, lifting two fingers by way of answer. The second one. The second answer of which question? Either works, and he stands again, reaching for the last shot. He doesn't knock this one back.*