Reborn sits in front of him, putting a second bottle of vodka on the table. He wastes no time pouring himself a drink, knocks it back in one go, pours himself another one, and knocks it back in one go too.

Colonnello sighs, commiserating with him on a deep level, whatever the type of shit Reborn's going through. He knocks back his drink too, then sinks more comfortably in his seat.

They're in a bar, well-known just enough it isn't irritatingly crowded or noisy, sitting at a table in the corner, covered in shadows. The bar's dimly lit, hiding them further in their little corner.

Reborn and Colonnello drink in a comfortable silence, barely acknowledging each other, for almost an hour or so if Colonnello had to guess, give or take.

Colonnello's the one to speak first, as he usually is. "I think I found love or some shit." He winces, appalled, because what the fuck did he just call it?

He only freaks out for a split second though, because in the same second, instead of barking into laughter, or smirking sharply, mockeries at the tip of his tongue begging to be let out, Reborn also winces.

Colonnello keeps his composure enough he only raises his eyebrows, but he's dumbfounded, because what the hell? That bastard Reborn? Colonnello had honestly lost all hope.

He keeps his eyes intently on Reborn, but the bastard just kicks him in the shin with intent to hurt, glaring at him. He crossly adjusts himself in his seat as Colonnello curses, crossing his legs at the knee.

They go back to sipping their drinks in silence, and Colonnello finds himself leaning his head against his hand, lazily swirling his drink in his glass.

"I've met that guy," they say at the same time, and Colonnello almost chokes on his spit.

He shots upwards, but Reborn speaks before he can, that ever infuriating smirk on his lips. "You've met a guy? Who've gotten you all sappy and whatnot talking to me about love? I sure hope for your ass Lal knows about this."

Colonnello huffs. "She will, as soon as I figure out what the hell am I even going to tell her."

"What are you going to tell her?"

"Do I look like I fucking know? I wish I knew." He forcefully runs his hands through his hair, leaning back against his seat.

He has a crush, that's what he's going to tell her, because that's all it is, nothing more. He has a crush, and he thinks she'll like him too, and would she be okay with him setting up a meeting between the three of them?

That's how easy it should be, and yet, and yet.

Colonnello sighs, pouring himself another drink to the brim, then knocks it back. "You've met a guy?" he asks, mocking and gleeful. Reborn plays the card of indifference, but Colonnello notices him scowl under that ever composure of his. "And you still think about him—what, days later? Months? Damn." He whistles. "By all means, show me Apollo himself reborn again."

Reborn rolls his eyes, and Colonnello feels a little delirious when he doesn't comment about how the guy he's met—whoever he is, and isn't Colonnello insanely curious now—isn't that pretty, how, if anything, he'd be Apollo himelf reborn again. Maybe he should slow down on the alcohol, or stop entirely. "Other people are the ones surreptitiously taking pictures of me, be serious."

"And? He's just pretty, that's all? That's what got your panties in a twist?"

"Do tell me all about your guy." They stare at each other, neither of them backing down. Reborn's face slowly pinches in a pained expression, and he even goes as far as pinching the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes. "I'm so much better than that. What the hell even happened back then?"

Colonnello sighs, then knocks their glasses together. "Me too, buddy. I'd tell you how embarrassing I was, but you'd never let me live it down."

Reborn snorts, but there's that curious, interested glint in his eyes, and Colonnello knows he'll be a pain in the ass until he pries the information out of him. Not that he will, not unless it happens over his dead body.

Reborn smirks, playful, mirth in his eyes. "He is very pretty, obviously. I have standards."

Colonnello laughs, and knock their glasses together again, this time with more gusto. "I'll cheer to that."

They resume drinking, and this time Colonnello finds himself lying down on the table entirely, his glass empty, as well as one of the bottle of vodka, and they're well on their way to empty the other one too.

Last he saw Reborn he's been leaning his head against his hand, swirling his drink around much like Colonnello had been. He might be drinking with his other hand now, but one of his hand is absentmindedly playing with his hair, pulling at them like he'd pull at grass.

"What about your guy?" he asked casually, boredom in his voice, like he isn't asking for advice. "What are you going to do with him next?"

"We agreed to schedule a date."

Reborn scoffs. "A date? You've already exchanged numbers? You're so fucking pathetic. Have you no pride, no dignity?"

Colonnello rolls his eyes, and doesn't bother finding an answer. His phone rings, and Colonnello brings it out of his pocket to hold it in front of his face. As if on cue, Skull's picture is on the screen, grinning wide at him.

Reborn inhales sharply, snatching his phone from him, almost breaking his fingers as he does. He stands, jolting the table, and Colonnello swiftly stands too, his body tensed, all his senses on alert.

"Dude, what the fuck?" he grits through his teeth. "Give it back."

Reborn looks at his phone like it personally offended him, like it fucked his mom before slaughtering his whole family, looks at the screen—at Skull's picture?

He grounds his teeth together hard, and then his phone breaks in his grip, a flicker of yellow lighting his hand.

"Dude! What the fuck? You'll pay that back."

Colonnello's glaring at him when Reborn looks up, but he doesn't even seem to notice, a blank mask on his face as his brain clearly works a mile a minute. He bursts out laughing.

Oh, that bastard lost it. It doesn't fucking mean he has to take it out on his phone. Colonnello was about to get himself a date!

Reborn plops back down on his seat, grabs the bottle of vodka, and drinks straight from the bottleneck like a thirsty man. He eventually resolutely puts the bottle down. "I need to get black out drunk. Go buy other bottles."

Oh, that bastard really lost it. Colonnello rolls his eyes.

He sighs, grabs his glass, and knocks it against Reborn's bottle as he walks past the table. "I'll drink to that, buddy. I'll drink to that."

A/N: Inspired by:

a comment from Most_Likely_Satan: "Colonnello and Reborn sometimes get together and drink while they wonder to each other "What the fuck? Why this one? What the shit?" I just know it"

a comment from Chillingshadow: "Omg :0
Can you imagine if these guys find out they were crushing on the same guy. They're so confused I love it x)"

The people have spoken, and I wasn't about to deny them because the idea was hilarious. This came to me in a flash, hope you enjoyed it.

Thank you for reading! Any and all review are appreciated.

- Hope