N. Prieto (nprieto) wrote in instithreads, @ 2016-02-24 22:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | alejo espinosa, noah prieto |
Who: Noah (nprieto) & Alejo (espinosaf)
What: Couscous and confessions
When Wednesday night
Where: Noah's place
Rating: PG-13
Status: In-progress
Noah's decision to take cooking classes came in the most ridiculous, Biblical way imaginable. He had a tupperware container full of microwaved Ramen on his desk during an exceptionally rainy day. Before he could dig into his bowl of salt water and questionable noodles, the sky cleared and light filtered through the only window in his office, illuminating the container. It was a sign from the Heavens that at the age of 35, chicken flavored Ramen and Easy Mac on a daily basis would brine his arteries and surly stop his heart. And, from what he could gather from Katherine Heigl romcoms, single women loved the idea of a man who could cook. Alejo, as his best friend, was obligated to pretend to love it as well.
He had multiple pans going at once, which was either very impressive or very stupid. Still, he managed to keep the couscous from being soupy and the pork didn't burn. As far as Noah was concerned, he was a five star chef. While the couscous waited to be fluffed and the pork was kept warm, Noah threw some asparagus into the over and sat back, pulling a joint from behind his ear. It was a new habit he'd picked up within the past few months. While he didn't partake often, he found that when he did his ability seemed to be suppressed. Being stoned allowed Noah freedoms he hadn't had in decades. He could hug friends, shake hands, actually enjoy sex. He was finally allowed to be as affectionate as his personality demanded.
Half-way through the joint, he sent Alejo a typical text with his new favorite signature, if only to annoy his friend a bit:
You better not stand me up for our dinner date <3 Papi