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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG
Pairing: Implied El/Sands
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: For yarol_2075. ‘Fideo’ is actually a kind of pasta. ‘Sheldon’ means ‘the spring in the valley.’
Summary: A little talk about monikers and so forth.
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“You know, over the past five years I’ve drunk and shat up and down this country. I’ve eaten in five-star restaurants and hellholes even dogs wouldn’t beg at. So you might say I know something about Mexican food.”
“You want to complain about what you eat, you go talk to El. Not me that’s putting anything in your mouth.”
“Hey, smartass. Guess your drunken psychic master routine’s not up to snuff today, because my question’s not about what El’s shoving at me—though maybe you could not agree when he wants to get refried beans? Because even legends pass gas in bed, amigo—no, my question’s why the hell shouldn’t I be calling you ‘Pasta-Boy’?...Pasta-Boy.”
“Maybe I like to eat it that much, compadre. It ain’t ‘Sheldon,’ anyway.”
“…okay, no excuse that fuckmook can feed me’s going to get him off the hook this time. That fucking loose-lipped son of a—I’ll be right back. This conversation is not over, you understand me?”
“Si. Pisshole-boy.”
“I heard that!”
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