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Whiskey Float

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“I don’t know, Trowa, I’ve never been a big whiskey fan,” Duo was saying. “Why can’t I just have a Shirley Temple like Quatre?”

“Because you don’t have a religious reason not to drink,” Trowa said, his pointed stare making Duo squirm in his chair.

“It’s Yuy’s birthday, Maxwell,” Wufei chimed in. “This is his favorite drink. Stop being a wuss.”

“He doesn’t have to—” Heero began, but Trowa and Wufei both glared him into silence.

“Man up,” Wufei continued. “Besides, it’s not like it’s straight whiskey. It’s three parts water!”

“Fine,” Duo capitulated, resigned to his fate. “What’s it called again?”

“Whiskey float,” Trowa said, smirking in triumph as he added ice and water to a fourth tumbler.

“Why don’t I see any ice cream?”

Trowa rolled his eyes. “The whiskey floats on the water, see?” He carefully poured the whiskey over the back of a spoon, and lo and behold, the whiskey floated above the clear liquid below.

“Okay, I gotta admit, that’s kinda cool.”

“Just don’t chug it,” Trowa said as he handed out the drinks. “This isn’t the cheap stuff. It’s meant to be savored.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Alright, time to for a toast! Happy birthday, Heero! Here’s to probably being 25!”

“I still maintain that you’re younger than me,” Trowa quipped as he took his first sip.

“So change your birthday,” Heero said. “It’s not like the one on your ID is true. Really good odds it’s wrong.”

“That’s okay, Heero. I’ll just keep reminding you every year.”

“Uh huh. You do that.”

Quatre, Duo and Wufei smiled at the exchange, one that had become a yearly tradition.

“You know,” Duo said after another small sip. “This really isn’t so bad. Thanks for forcing me to drink it.”

“Anytime,” Trowa replied. “Anytime.”