Cesare smirks at Cooper's shift, entertained by how swiftly he can go from arguing vehemently over drinks to ordering another. Cesare isn't surprised the other man has been having a bad month: his personality seems verging on manic.

Cesare isn't complaining about the alcohol though. He orders a second beer for himself, matching Cooper in a small gesture of camaraderie. The two of them should both try to get along, after all.

"Really? And why is that?" He leans back and crosses his legs, his ankle resting oh his knee, positioned wide.