Now, what was this about "estupideces"?
WHO: Alejándro y Emiliana
WHEN: December 19th, early Sunday afternoon
WHERE: Ale's casa in Ocean View
WHAT: Emi stops by with food. Emi and Ale play catch up. Emi (probably) discovers something that may wind up with a chair being thrown at someone's head. It's just another lazy Sunday, really.
Emi really hated the cold weather currently plaguing Liberty.
It wasn't as if Mexico never got as cold, but, she hardly spent the winter months there, so there was no way for her to deal with temperatures that went below, say, forty. But she could deal with it. After all, Emi was on her way to see her hermano querido. Okay, so they weren't really related, but Ale was a nice change from Juan. A very nice change. Even if the fighting and teasing remained, regardless of which tonto she was with, it was still nice.
Making sure that the food in her arms was still warm, Emi hurried towards Alejándro's front door (while totally not slipping and stumbling briefly on the wet pavement either).
Adjusting her things carefully once she reached the front of his home, Emi knocked against the wooden door, paused, and then waited.
Nothing.
She tried again.
And nothing.
One more time and...where the fuck was this hombre pendejo?
A small scowl forming on her lips, Emi jabbed her finger against the doorbell, gave a five second pause, and then rapped her knuckles against the door before calling out, "Ale, pinche baboso, open the door before I start fuckin' kicking it!" An annoyed exhale. "¡Mira, güey, tengo frio! Appurate before I give your food to a fucking hobo, Ale!"
WHEN: December 19th, early Sunday afternoon
WHERE: Ale's casa in Ocean View
WHAT: Emi stops by with food. Emi and Ale play catch up. Emi (probably) discovers something that may wind up with a chair being thrown at someone's head. It's just another lazy Sunday, really.
Emi really hated the cold weather currently plaguing Liberty.
It wasn't as if Mexico never got as cold, but, she hardly spent the winter months there, so there was no way for her to deal with temperatures that went below, say, forty. But she could deal with it. After all, Emi was on her way to see her hermano querido. Okay, so they weren't really related, but Ale was a nice change from Juan. A very nice change. Even if the fighting and teasing remained, regardless of which tonto she was with, it was still nice.
Making sure that the food in her arms was still warm, Emi hurried towards Alejándro's front door (while totally not slipping and stumbling briefly on the wet pavement either).
Adjusting her things carefully once she reached the front of his home, Emi knocked against the wooden door, paused, and then waited.
Nothing.
She tried again.
And nothing.
One more time and...where the fuck was this hombre pendejo?
A small scowl forming on her lips, Emi jabbed her finger against the doorbell, gave a five second pause, and then rapped her knuckles against the door before calling out, "Ale, pinche baboso, open the door before I start fuckin' kicking it!" An annoyed exhale. "¡Mira, güey, tengo frio! Appurate before I give your food to a fucking hobo, Ale!"