Domingo está aquí, hombre.
Who: Sarah Connor & Jesse Pinkman
Where: CES
When: Late afternoon/evening, Sunday.
Warnings: (if necessary) Connor mouth as usual.
She said it'd be Sunday, and she'd meant it. It also meant Sarah got up way too fucking early and started cooking shit because she could, and because she wanted a badass Mexican meal. Maybe it wasn't the best and there weren't frejoles, but it was close. She cobbled together enough for tortillas and vegetable tamales (the vegetables came from the garden, the rest of the shit as asked for from the Admiral). Jesse deserved a fiesta for getting this far and fuck if she wasn't going to give it a try. She packed the food up in a bag, carefully, and headed to his place.
"Jesse, you ready?" She didn't bang, but she wasn't a pussy about it either.
Where: CES
When: Late afternoon/evening, Sunday.
Warnings: (if necessary) Connor mouth as usual.
She said it'd be Sunday, and she'd meant it. It also meant Sarah got up way too fucking early and started cooking shit because she could, and because she wanted a badass Mexican meal. Maybe it wasn't the best and there weren't frejoles, but it was close. She cobbled together enough for tortillas and vegetable tamales (the vegetables came from the garden, the rest of the shit as asked for from the Admiral). Jesse deserved a fiesta for getting this far and fuck if she wasn't going to give it a try. She packed the food up in a bag, carefully, and headed to his place.
"Jesse, you ready?" She didn't bang, but she wasn't a pussy about it either.