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Character Names: kingroadie & Truepsychictale & YOU!
When: Wednesday Evening
Where: Kitchen/Dining room area
Summary: Sasha and Eddie are cooking and eating, so who wants to join up?
Rating: Pg-13 because Eddie.
Warnings: Eddie's mouth.
It was a calm evening, the ghost of his mother decided to float around the manner to leave him be while he decided to cook dinner. For himself. Now cooking for one was a tedious task when compared to cooking for a group. For a single person, you could have a sandwich and that would be that, if you wanted anything more, you would have to open up packs and jars and boxes and feel terribly wasteful about it hoping someone doesn’t see the open bag of noodles and throw it away.
Now if you cooked for more then one meal, you had to worry about people thinking it was old and throwing it away, and if you leave it for others, people might not know it is for everyone and leave it alone until it went bad.
In short, you either had to cook big or settle for something small. Sasha Nein was quite honestly tired of sandwiches by now, and he had only been here for about three days.
He could rest easy knowing he wouldn’t have to dwell on sandwiches for much longer. Not when his hallway mate came ambling in humming something until he spotted Sasha. A smile curling across his features.
“Ey, man,” His casual greeting as he tucked a hand in his pocket, “You in the middle usin’ the kitchen now?”
“Just making a sandwich, Mr. Riggs.” Sasha said, staring at the turkey, cheese and lettuce creation he made that he was sick of. “And yourself?”
“Well, I was gonna make some pasta, you want any?” Eddie was probably going to tack a note on the fridge declaring the pasta a free for all after he was done with it.
Sweet Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Eddie Riggs, you’re the Saint of keeping Sasha from going insane from operating one too many sandwiches. “I’ll help you prepare it.”
It was best one didn’t ask how he was sainted for that title. It involved a lot of sacrificing of sandwiches. Sasha’s response earned a easy grin from the larger man, “You wanna handle the sauce? Or should we be fancy an try makin’ garlic bread too?”
“We might as well have some bread to go along with it. What kind of pasta will it be?”
“Depends on what we actually got in this place,” He answered easily back as he moved to root through the cupboards. Eventually finding a few boxes of pasta. He turning back to Sasha with three boxes. Shaking each individual one as he listed them off. “Okay, our options are angel hair, these little shell like ones or the normal kind,”
“Well, why don’t we decide if we want a white or a red sauce then work our way around?” Sasha said finding some bread and garlic.
“I’m all for red sauce personally,” Eddie was still amusing himself with shaking one of the boxes before he put it down to find a pot about the right size for what they were making. He finding a sauce pan as well, his large hands proving useful for holding ALL THE THINGS at once.
Sasha would had preferred white, but since Eddie was eating with him instead of being banished to sandwich hell once more, he decided to go with red. “Maybe we can make it a red-cream sauce?” he suggested, that would help cut on the acid a little. “So..maybe chicken for the meat?”
Now this was turning from a lazy man’s meal to something more- refined.
Well, if you could call something a roadie and psychic made refined. Either way Eddie gave a quiet huh in response, he rubbing his chin a little but gave a nod. “Yeah, might as well. We’re goin’ for this much effort, so might as well go all the way,”
Sasha thought like that, pasta, meat, bread...maybe a salad. “And we can make extra incase someone else walks by. I know I have been living off of sandwiches. What about you?”
This was becoming a task in its own, not that Eddie really minded. He was hungry so he’d be happy to eat dinner. “Been makin’ whatever I thought of mostly,” He rubbed the back of his neck trying to remember. “Hot dogs, sandwiches, salads, burgers- mostly easy stuff,” Aka he ate all the fast food he remembered liking, along with something green to keep the ghost of his father from giving Eddie a disapproving stare.
Lucky Bastard. Sasha lacked the cooking skills, and his mother knew it so she at least tried to make him eat tuna salad. “Well, I guess this is a bit over-due then huh?”
The luckiest of bastards. “Yep,” He grinned again, joking some as he spoke, “I sure as shit don’t want my investigation partner to die from sandwich complications,” The most dangerous of complications. That lettuce did look ominous.
When: Wednesday Evening
Where: Kitchen/Dining room area
Summary: Sasha and Eddie are cooking and eating, so who wants to join up?
Rating: Pg-13 because Eddie.
Warnings: Eddie's mouth.
It was a calm evening, the ghost of his mother decided to float around the manner to leave him be while he decided to cook dinner. For himself. Now cooking for one was a tedious task when compared to cooking for a group. For a single person, you could have a sandwich and that would be that, if you wanted anything more, you would have to open up packs and jars and boxes and feel terribly wasteful about it hoping someone doesn’t see the open bag of noodles and throw it away.
Now if you cooked for more then one meal, you had to worry about people thinking it was old and throwing it away, and if you leave it for others, people might not know it is for everyone and leave it alone until it went bad.
In short, you either had to cook big or settle for something small. Sasha Nein was quite honestly tired of sandwiches by now, and he had only been here for about three days.
He could rest easy knowing he wouldn’t have to dwell on sandwiches for much longer. Not when his hallway mate came ambling in humming something until he spotted Sasha. A smile curling across his features.
“Ey, man,” His casual greeting as he tucked a hand in his pocket, “You in the middle usin’ the kitchen now?”
“Just making a sandwich, Mr. Riggs.” Sasha said, staring at the turkey, cheese and lettuce creation he made that he was sick of. “And yourself?”
“Well, I was gonna make some pasta, you want any?” Eddie was probably going to tack a note on the fridge declaring the pasta a free for all after he was done with it.
Sweet Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Eddie Riggs, you’re the Saint of keeping Sasha from going insane from operating one too many sandwiches. “I’ll help you prepare it.”
It was best one didn’t ask how he was sainted for that title. It involved a lot of sacrificing of sandwiches. Sasha’s response earned a easy grin from the larger man, “You wanna handle the sauce? Or should we be fancy an try makin’ garlic bread too?”
“We might as well have some bread to go along with it. What kind of pasta will it be?”
“Depends on what we actually got in this place,” He answered easily back as he moved to root through the cupboards. Eventually finding a few boxes of pasta. He turning back to Sasha with three boxes. Shaking each individual one as he listed them off. “Okay, our options are angel hair, these little shell like ones or the normal kind,”
“Well, why don’t we decide if we want a white or a red sauce then work our way around?” Sasha said finding some bread and garlic.
“I’m all for red sauce personally,” Eddie was still amusing himself with shaking one of the boxes before he put it down to find a pot about the right size for what they were making. He finding a sauce pan as well, his large hands proving useful for holding ALL THE THINGS at once.
Sasha would had preferred white, but since Eddie was eating with him instead of being banished to sandwich hell once more, he decided to go with red. “Maybe we can make it a red-cream sauce?” he suggested, that would help cut on the acid a little. “So..maybe chicken for the meat?”
Now this was turning from a lazy man’s meal to something more- refined.
Well, if you could call something a roadie and psychic made refined. Either way Eddie gave a quiet huh in response, he rubbing his chin a little but gave a nod. “Yeah, might as well. We’re goin’ for this much effort, so might as well go all the way,”
Sasha thought like that, pasta, meat, bread...maybe a salad. “And we can make extra incase someone else walks by. I know I have been living off of sandwiches. What about you?”
This was becoming a task in its own, not that Eddie really minded. He was hungry so he’d be happy to eat dinner. “Been makin’ whatever I thought of mostly,” He rubbed the back of his neck trying to remember. “Hot dogs, sandwiches, salads, burgers- mostly easy stuff,” Aka he ate all the fast food he remembered liking, along with something green to keep the ghost of his father from giving Eddie a disapproving stare.
Lucky Bastard. Sasha lacked the cooking skills, and his mother knew it so she at least tried to make him eat tuna salad. “Well, I guess this is a bit over-due then huh?”
The luckiest of bastards. “Yep,” He grinned again, joking some as he spoke, “I sure as shit don’t want my investigation partner to die from sandwich complications,” The most dangerous of complications. That lettuce did look ominous.