Diaz & Ass.; Monday [05/31].

[died8yearsago]

Rosa had said she had to work that Monday to get out of a Memorial Day thing with her family.

Rosa had no work to do that Monday.

Not unless you counted sitting back with your boots on your desk drinking coffee and looking smug to be work.

(She did. It counted. Especially when you were this good at doing it).

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[what_the_shock]

Miguel, on the other hand, was totally working. If grilling counted, which he said did.

So for lunch time, he'd be coming down with some ribs and corn.

"Busy day?" He flopped on the chair next to Rosa's desk, set the food down, and put his feet up on the next desk.

[died8yearsago]

"Swamped," said Rosa, looking into her mug for a moment before killing the coffee left in it before moving her feet to better lean in toward the food. "Practically drowning. It's the worst."

[what_the_shock]

"Hate those days." Miguel pointed his chin at her coffee. "Should I get more of that, or Coke, or a beer?" He hadn't been sure at this point in the day.

[died8yearsago]

"Coffee's good," said Rosa, after a moment to actually consider that beer, but then just holding out the mug for him to take. And, as soon as it was relinquished, she snagged up some of that food and settled back in her chair, feet up, again.

Then made a small grunt of appreciation at that first bite. This was so much better than some dumb barbeque where she'd have to avoid talking to people she was related to.

[what_the_shock]

And if Miguel were back home - if he weren't immediately kidnapped by Alchemax - he'd be trying to make nice with Gabriel and Kasey and gritting his teeth at the crazy lady, so he was perfectly happy to get that mug and head upstairs for more coffee.

He brought down the pot along with a new mug, and picked up a rib. "Anything remotely interesting?"

[died8yearsago]

There was an actual, genuine smile--well, smirk--when Rosa took the mug back, which she figured was way better than an actual thanks.

"Some pretty good videos of cats being complete dumbasses," she offered, faint nostalgia in her voice over those masterpieces already. "And I've compiled a few dossiers of problematic tweets by all six of the rumoured directors for the new Crimson Portal movie so that I'm ready to drop them the moment the official choice is made."

Not because she actually cared either way.

Sometimes, you just had to revel in being an agent of chaos. Possibly blackmail. She wasn't ruling out blackmail, either.

"What've you been up to?"

[what_the_shock]

Hey, Miguel would take that smile in the spirit in which it was intended.

"Food doesn't make itself," Miguel retorted. Then he paused. "So far. I swear, this island. That was not a challenge!" he declared to the ceiling.

"Also sourcing some UMF for the new guy. Seriously, worst superpower ever."

He slurped his coffee. "I made a cat breathe fire once."

[died8yearsago]

"What new guy?"

Rosa. You literally met him.

"And on accident or on purpose?"

The answer to that question made a big different, she felt, and not just in what follow-up questions she might have.

[what_the_shock]

"Big, blond, attracts bullets. Opened the handyman shop." And his name was Dwight, but Miguel knew better than to bother trying to jog Rosa's memory with that.

"Oh, on purpose, definitely," Miguel said. "Well, mostly. I was going for general fire generation, not specifically breath."

[died8yearsago]

Rosa's eyes narrowed a little, since not even handyman shop, you know, the one that was right next door seemed to be doing anything, which just went to show that, clearly, the guy left an impression...

Now, if he'd have said something along the lines of early-'90s-to-mid-2000s wrestling-looking-MF'er, then maybe he'd have her...

And as much as the 'attracts bullets' part was getting her attention (albeit it in an entirely 'I have so many guns I could test that with' sort of way), the cat was definitely the more interesting half of this conversation right now.

"...why?"

[what_the_shock]

Please do not shoot the neighbor, Rosa.

Miguel shrugged nonchalantly; maybe a bit overly so. "Well, you never start with human testing."