[It's sweet. Bruce has never really had a sweet tooth, but his first forays into binge drinking had tended towards this end of the spectrum- before landing on champagne and the occasional scotch. Lived experience informs part of his decision and their last meeting, over pancakes, informs the other. Vanitas had preferred the pancakes with chocolate chips, he'd been liberal with the sugar and syrup. This isn't a fruity cocktail but he thinks it will be a reasonable leap.
His empty shot glass comes to rest on the counter and Bruce is acutely aware that he's been observed. Monitored for a specific reaction. Perhaps Vanitas thinks he's lying. That's certainly possible, but to what end? What's happened to lead him to this conclusion?]
Sure it does.
I told you, some things are meant to go together.
[He takes the moment to begin pouring another shot, beside the one still meant for his companion. Cacao in first.]
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His empty shot glass comes to rest on the counter and Bruce is acutely aware that he's been observed. Monitored for a specific reaction. Perhaps Vanitas thinks he's lying. That's certainly possible, but to what end? What's happened to lead him to this conclusion?]
Sure it does.
I told you, some things are meant to go together.
[He takes the moment to begin pouring another shot, beside the one still meant for his companion. Cacao in first.]
Like syrup and pancakes.