It was often said that some people in Clint City acted like completely different beings when they've had too much to drink. And on the very rare occasion where he drank as much as the clan's bill would allow him, Enzo was pretty much one of those people; a little dirty-minded but pretty much level-headed, once the drink was inside him he said anything and everything, and gender didn't seem to matter in terms of who he decided to flirt with.
And it had been none other than Aniki who'd been making sure he got back to Borgia's safe and sound.
"You guys took me before I could lock up my baby!" The drunk Enzo complained, rather loudly and slurring his words. "Knowing my luck, someone's gonna go for a joyride and crash her!"
"I made sure the Ferrari was locked before we left," was the calm response. "I've handed the keys to Fabs and-"
"Confucius, your icy-ass boyfriend is not driving my baby!"
"You didn't let me finish," Aniki said, raising a hand as a stop gesture for Enzo. "Fabs is keeping hold of the keys for the time being and Desmond's gonna drive the rest of them back. You trust a 'brother', right?"
"I...I guess so," the Italian said, though he had his arms crossed and was pouting a little, like a spoiled child. "At least he's careful around my car, not like the Big Guy and Griezzo who turn into boy racers behind the wheel."
"I wouldn't trust that Buta with my socks, let alone my life in a car."
"He wouldn't trust me with his socks," Enzo then said, snorting a little immaturely. "Especially when he found out I'd ran out of toilet paper for cleaning up the, ahem, 'special sauce'...if you know what I mean."
"Ugh! Really don't wanna hear about that, thanks," Aniki protested, sounding somewhat serious and a little disgusted as it was his turn to cross his arms; his position not lasting long when he felt Enzo shuffle towards him and make contact, skin touching as he tried to lean over for a bromantic hug.
"You can hear about the time when me and Jessie did it, if you want."
"Oh yeah?" Aniki muttered, sounding rather bored with it all. "What the fakku was that like, then?"
"An excellent piece of drunken, Italian, Mafia sex."
Surprised that he'd actually answered the question, the Japanese male couldn't help staring at him in a mixture of confusion and bemusement.
"But...she's not Montana," he began, trailing off when he suddenly found himself subject to Enzo's friendly arm around his shoulder.
"You," he said, gently poking Aniki in the chest with his free hand. "You're my favourite little Asian. Honestly."
Completely aware that it was the alcohol talking, the Japanese male couldn't help cringing a little in embarrassment when the brunette suddenly lay his head onto his bony knees; staring up at his clan mate with a slightly goofy grin on his face, Enzo couldn't help but chuckle when Aniki returned the (somewhat forced) favour.
"No wonder Fabio's so taken with you," he then said, clumsily raising a hand to stroke the other male's cheek. "You're so pretty. No homo, but you are."
"Ricardo, how much longer until we return to Borgia's Palace?"
He had a fair idea of how far they were from the casino, but he'd desperately felt the need to divert his attention away from his drunken clan mate.
"Just five more minutes," was the reply, as the Cuban glanced at the Japanese through the taxi mirror in quite an experienced way. "I feel your awkwardness, Ni. But you're a lot calmer with him than some of the other guys- Donnie punches him in the face as soon as he starts talking."
"...did you just call me Ni?" Aniki asked, his tone a mixture of caution and irritation.
"Would you rather I didn't?"
"In all honesty, I'd rather you hurry up and get us home before Enzo thinks he has a chance with me..."