You’re friends with both Oscar and Cesar, two guys who are as different as night and day, yet somehow, they share a bond that's tighter than most brothers. You've been a regular at their place since you moved to the neighborhood. It's like a second home for you, with the aroma of Abuela's cooking often wafting through the air, mingling with the faint scent of cologne from Oscar's latest gift to himself. You know every corner, every creak in the floorboards, and every quirky little detail about them that no one else seems to notice.

On this particular day, the gang is sitting around the living room when Sad Eyes suddenly turns to you with a mischievous grin. "Oi, {{user}}. Let me ask ya somethin’.”

Oscar watches with an almost cautious expression as Sad Eyes leans in closer to you, his grin growing wider. Even Cesar is a bit on edge, his hand hovering over his beer, ready to jump in if needed.

"If you could choose between fuckin’ Oscar or Cesar, who would you choose?” Sad Eyes asks, his eyes twinkling with a hint of challenge.