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Now, what was this about "estupideces"?

Dec 19, 2010 20:39

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.

( Aish, Ale, ¿por qué eres tan tonto? )

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missile_crisis December 20 2010, 07:07:58 UTC

He vaguely registered a pounding that roused him a bit. He was supposed to do something today...

Something...

...something...

...eh. Whatever.

It was easier to just chalk the pounding up to the slight hangover he had from indulging in too much rum the night before. Made much more sense to his tired brain. Alejándro made the mental reminder (that he was likely to forget, since it had become habit by now) to start sleeping with a shirt on because Dios mio, December was just too damn cold up north in Liberty.

Ignoring the pounding that was now punctuated by an indistinct voice, he rolled over with a slight groan and buried his face back into his pillows.

salylimon December 20 2010, 07:30:15 UTC

Coat, scarf, and gloves all on and Emi was still pretty sure that she was close to freezing the longer she stood outside.

That fucking pendejo had better not forgotten that she was stopping by today.

Scowl deepening, Emi shoved her hand into her coat pocket before pulling out her keys. At least that estupido had given her a spare after a while. Dios, if anything, the moron had probably gotten drunk the night before or had just overslept without leaving an alarm on. If anything, Emi figured it was probably a combination of both.

Once inside, she placed the food on top of his dinner table before looking around, not making a noise.

Silence.

Snoring.

Rolling her eyes, Emi loudly stomped her way towards Ale's bedroom (just in case that asshole really was hungover). Upon seeing the man fast asleep and shirtless (a common occurrence that no longer bothered her), Emi forced herself to keep from kicking his leg in order to jostle him awake. However, she paused suddenly, catching sight of what looked like...marks? Bruises? A-Ay, Dios. ( ... )

missile_crisis December 20 2010, 17:56:34 UTC

"Ay, ju pinche--!"

Alejándro writhed under the sudden sharp stinging and jostling of his shoulder, rolling away and pushing himself up to glare balefully at his assailant--

Oh.

"Hermanita," he sighed, rubbing at his offended shoulder ruefully, "Es jodido, what the hell. ¿Qué hora es?"

He glanced at the alarm clock he was sure he'd set last night and cringed.

...ay. That explained the irritated look on Emi's face.

"Lo siento, jevita." He shot her a sheepish smile and rubbed a hand over his face, "Estoy still jetlagged, ¿sabes? Ay, me siento como un pingao..."

salylimon December 21 2010, 02:04:47 UTC

"You're probably hungover too," Emi said with a small huff as she pulled her hand away from his shoulder. Stepping back from the bed, she crossed her arms over her chest, eying the older man with a look of distaste before turning to (stomp) walk to his closet.

Without so much as a glance, she yanked a shirt off from one of his hangers and proceeded to toss it over Alejándro's head. "Put this on and make yourself look less like a hot mess, pendejo. Yo te esperaré en la sala." And with that, she hurried out of the room with an annoyed roll of her eyes.

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