kingoffillory (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} kingoffillory) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} madisonvalley,@ 2025-02-28 15:28:00 |
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Who: Quentin & Alex
What: Taco chats on the way home
Where: streets of Madison
When: taco day
Warnings: none unless avocados squick you
One would think with all the time he’d spent in Madison, Quentin would have grown accustomed to the weirdness that the place threw at its residents. Yet, here he was. Standing on the sidewalk in front of the coffee shop staring at the thing that just went splat on the ground in front of him. “What the fuck?”
Then another one dropped and he stared at it for a moment. “OK. Now I have seen everything.” And as he did everytime food fell from the sky he wondered if it was safe to eat.
A dark haired and running clothes wearing Alex appeared from around the corner scanning the skies, “Am I dreaming or is it raining tacos?”
He aimed the question at the other man standing there, and as another taco hurtled from the sky he shrugged and dove for it.
“Ten second rule!”
Quentin shook his head at the question. “Not dreaming, but I don’t know if they’re…” before he could get the rest of that out another couple fell from the sky and the man was grabbing for it. “...good to eat.” He laughed and shrugged as he watched him test the theory.
“I have never actually eaten any of the food that’s fallen like that…except for the one time I put out a sheet so i knew it didn’t hit the ground. With my luck I would get sick from something it picked up before I could get it in my mouth.”
“Oh I’ve already had a few,” Alex said with a laugh as he crunched into one. “Carne Asada. Admittedly I caught most of them but what’s an immune system for if not strange sky tacos.”
He chewed thoughtfully and grinned. “I sort of want guacamole or salsa next but that would be messier.”
This guy was way braver than Quentin was, about food anyway. “You have a point there.” He looked up just in time to see a taco right before it landed on his face. “There’s the guacamole you wanted.” He laughed and reached up to wipe his face off the best he could. It was at moments like this that he wondered why people stopped carrying handkerchiefs.
He managed to get cleaned up decently before he reached out to catch a random taco. “What I want to know is why tacos? I mean this time. And why not just have them just randomly delivered it boxes or something.” After inspecting the taco to see what sort it was he finally took a bite.
“Ok these aren’t that bad.” After another few bites he looked over. “I’m Quentin by the way.”
”Alex,” he chuckled at the guacamole and tried to look a little sheepish (which he was) because he’d sort of called that down on their heads. Literally.
”You’re the second person I’ve seen tacked like that, maybe its all a ploy to make us use the dry cleaner in town more.”
Probably not, Madison just liked to do this sort of thing.
“Nice to meet you.” He finished his taco then laughed and shook his head. “I mean, I’ve heard weirder reasons for things. Somehow I think whoever does things is thinking this is just a nice thing to do for people.” They weren’t wrong exactly, just maybe a little misguided.
“The way I figure it, if there is some kind of power behind all of this, they are probably laughing their asses off at us right about now.”
“I don’t hate it, Taco Tuesday for everyone! Whether we want it or not.” He laughed and shrugged, it was amazing the weird shit you could used to. “Don’t love the idea that some omnipotent being is controlling and watching but I’m Catholic so you get used to that too.”
He snagged another taco before it hit the ground, “This should probably be my last one. I’m in the double digits.”
Double digits? How could any one person eat that many tacos? Quentin just shook his head. He wouldn't be able to move if he had that many. But he caught another one and eyed it a moment before having a bite. Yup. This would be his last. For now.
“Honestly, I'm so over omnipotent beings trying to control my life.” The fact that he'd actually killed a god (lower case G to be sure) came to mind and he snort laughed. “Especially when I know there is always something more powerful out there.” He finished off his taco then nodded. “Well it was nice meeting you. I should be going. I still have to stop off at the pet store before I head home. “
He was an empty pit when tacos or tequila were involved.
“Nice meeting you too,” he was going to collect a few tacos and take them home. “Maybe next time we meet we can eat from plates.”
And with that he dodged a falling taco and jogged off with a wave.