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Date: 2016-01-12 01:53 am (UTC)[Joaquin blinks, then tries to sit up a bit so he can reach for the bottle.]
Well we gotta drink to that too, yeah? S'only right!
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Date: 2016-01-12 12:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-13 01:57 am (UTC)[Not like they needed one; it was Joaquin's bottle that he was gifted so he would drink it if he pleased! But he would rather share it with his friend. It was a great occasion to indulge.]
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Date: 2016-01-15 12:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-15 01:24 pm (UTC)Maybe I'll pour for myself this time...
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Date: 2016-01-15 01:57 pm (UTC)Manolo snorts.]
What, you don't trust me?
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Date: 2016-01-15 02:02 pm (UTC)He raises the glass again, somewhat shaky.]
.... To whatever we decided! It's all the for the same result!
[Their bottle was nearly gone already but man, what a way to ring in the year!]
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Date: 2016-01-15 02:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-15 02:14 pm (UTC)Somehow he manages to collect their glasses and return them to the nightstand without breaking them or the bottle, then he flops down on the bed, giggling.]
Oh Christ... Manolo, I think we're already drunk...
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Date: 2016-01-15 02:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-15 02:22 pm (UTC)[He reaches over and flicks the curl of Manolo's hair, watching it spring back into place. This only makes him laugh more, half burying his face into a pillow.]
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Date: 2016-01-15 02:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-15 02:27 pm (UTC)[The fuck does that even mean? Joaquin doesn't know, it just sounds funny! So he laughs even more, his forehead falling to Manolo's shoulder.]
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Date: 2016-01-15 02:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-15 02:33 pm (UTC)Wheezing a little, his hands clutch weakly at Manolo's shirt.] You're killing me, Manny! Jesus Christ...
[Man, when did he get so tired? Laughing was an unspoken form of exercise.]
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Date: 2016-01-15 02:36 pm (UTC)That's what you get for not showing such delicate antiquities proper respect!
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Date: 2016-01-15 02:40 pm (UTC)[He sure fell down enough staircases to prove that point.]
Antiquated, sure, but I guess that makes me just as ancient. Moreso! You should respect your elders!
[He gives Manolo a light poke in the side with his index finger.]
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Date: 2016-01-15 02:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-15 02:49 pm (UTC)[And for that poke, Joaquin decides a little wrestling is in order. Prepared to be attackled!]
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Date: 2016-01-15 02:55 pm (UTC)[Of course, if Joaquin really wants to play this game, that's fine. Manolo will just TICKLE HIM, and he grabs for his friend's sides to do just that.]
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Date: 2016-01-15 02:59 pm (UTC)But he can't lose this quickly! No, he has to fight back! He struggles to somehow get Manolo's arms away from him while also managing to hold him down. It turns into a weird, vice-like hug around his friend, though it seems Joaquin can't help but still laugh.]
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Date: 2016-01-15 03:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-15 03:05 pm (UTC)[Joaquin grips him tighter and buries his face in the crook of Manolo's neck, stifling more giggles.]
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Date: 2016-01-15 03:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-15 03:18 pm (UTC)'snot for just any occasion it's... secret... technique something.
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