Guess who's back~
Who: Antonio, Romano, party crashers?
When: February 12th, 7pm
Where: Vargas Mansion
What: It's Antonio's birthday and all he wants is to spend it with his favorite Italian.
Romano didn't bother waiting for the Spaniard at work; Antonio had a terrible track record with time, and being places, and being distracted, and leaving places....in fact he was sure that once the other stepped inside the Pizzeria, he'd find enough reasons to stay and chat [probably about Romano] that they'd never leave.
And as much as that deterred them from the inevitably awkward birthday dinner that followed every year- at least the Italian believed it was- he wasn't particularly thrilled by the idea of his own employees spreading jokes and rumors that they may just as well have said to his face.
And so, he'd told Antonio that something had come up and signed off from work early, giving himself enough time to get home, shower, and make sure no annoying relatives were lurking within the Mansion halls. N-Not that he wanted to be alone for any real reason, but this was Antonio - his friend's- birthday and he wasn't about to have Feli or Marcello distract him from that.
It wasn't until about Seven that Romano spied his friend peddle up the front lawn on a bicycle that could very well have been pulled off the side of the road, seemingly more worthless by comparison when the kick-stand was let down beside his spotless red Ferrari.
"What the hell took you so long?!"
No Antonio was not only half an hour late, and no he had not been waiting.
When: February 12th, 7pm
Where: Vargas Mansion
What: It's Antonio's birthday and all he wants is to spend it with his favorite Italian.
Romano didn't bother waiting for the Spaniard at work; Antonio had a terrible track record with time, and being places, and being distracted, and leaving places....in fact he was sure that once the other stepped inside the Pizzeria, he'd find enough reasons to stay and chat [probably about Romano] that they'd never leave.
And as much as that deterred them from the inevitably awkward birthday dinner that followed every year- at least the Italian believed it was- he wasn't particularly thrilled by the idea of his own employees spreading jokes and rumors that they may just as well have said to his face.
And so, he'd told Antonio that something had come up and signed off from work early, giving himself enough time to get home, shower, and make sure no annoying relatives were lurking within the Mansion halls. N-Not that he wanted to be alone for any real reason, but this was Antonio - his friend's- birthday and he wasn't about to have Feli or Marcello distract him from that.
It wasn't until about Seven that Romano spied his friend peddle up the front lawn on a bicycle that could very well have been pulled off the side of the road, seemingly more worthless by comparison when the kick-stand was let down beside his spotless red Ferrari.
"What the hell took you so long?!"
No Antonio was not only half an hour late, and no he had not been waiting.