Pay To Play| Jschlatt X Ted

Ice Cream

Ted bought something for a video idea!

Schlatt has a lot of other ideas

"You bought a fucking ice cream maker?" Ted just nods and grins, his attention mostly focused on the box he was carefully cutting open. "Why?"

"Guess."

Schlatt hates that he already knows exactly why, just from Ted's single-worded response. It's not a hard thing to guess, Ted doesn't buy random shit unless it's for one thing only.

"A YouTube video?"

"A YouTube video!" Ted looks like a kid on Christmas Day when the box is finally open enough for him to take out the machine. It's a sleek silver-colored box with a plastic ring lid covering where the ice cream is made. "We're gonna have to go to the store to buy stuff for this, but I think this'll be worth it."

"That's what you said with the cereal..." Schlatt grumbles. There is already a shudder running up and down throughout his body from simply remembering how that went down.

Cursed thick water.

"Look, if it makes you feel better, I already looked up how to make ice cream and most of the stuff I plan to use, we already have," Ted explains. He turns to the fridge and shows off a few things, most of which seem reasonable to Schlatt.

Though, he knows better than that.

"Do I have to join?" It's a fruitless question, one that they both know is an empty complaint. Truth is, Schlatt already knows he's going to be in the video, but he wants something good out of this. He doesn't enjoy eating shitty food combinations for nothing.

"I'll let you pick the ingredients." It's the same bargain from their cereal video. It's not a bargain he's going to pass up, though. Not when Ted has a fucking ice cream maker.

"I'll drive."

-_-_-

Schlatt's never been drunk off of ice cream before, but he also has to consider that he's never eaten alcoholic ice cream before.

It's late, he's tired, there's a comically large pizza box in front of him that's taking up 3/4ths of the counter, and an equally tired Ted beside him, cleaning up. Schlatt feels ill, and not in an 'I caught a virus and I'm going to throw up' way, but in a 'my body has been through too much in such a short amount of time' way. Fatigue and alcohol, also combined with greasy pizza and sugary ice cream and everything else they've made are not doing him justice.

Every time Ted does something that ends up catching Schlatt's attention, Schlatt gets a fleeting thought to help him pick up the mess they've made, but when he looks down at the Fireball ice cream, he says to himself, 'It was Ted's idea,' and ends up going for another bite, instead.

"You're going to get another hangover," Ted casually says somewhere to his right. Ted might be doing the dishes, or maybe he's throwing away whatever disease-ridden toxins they'd managed to produce—he doesn't know, and he doesn't care.

Schlatt eats another spoonful. "This is the best way to get drunk, Ted," he says, matter-of-factly, with a mouthful. That is a statement Schlatt can get behind. "Y'know, we could make normal ice cream but put poison innit. Make killin' homeless men eazy." Ted just hums in response.

"Or make ice cream out of those beans that have been said-homelessmens' demise." Schlatt gags at the thought and goes for another bite just to get rid of the repulsive taste the images leave on his tongue. "Why don't you save some of that stuff for tomorrow? Or at least eat the cola ice cream if you want to eat something that badly." Schlatt turns and watches the other rummage through the fridge, putting away a few things they've had out for the video. "Did you want the cola ice cream?" Ted asks, aiming for a response.