Scott's parents decided to retire in Mexico and chose Chipilo to live.
He, in the middle of his 30's years old crisis and with nothing better to do goes and help his parents with the new house.
One night Scott loved a boy married with the night, bu...
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Their parents went to Puebla to the movies so they stayed at home because someone asked Mitch to make a banquet, it was just traditional Mexican food for an XV años party the next day.
Pablo was with them.
"Why do people ask you to do those things?" Why am I helping? He asked himself.
"Well, our town is small, and everyone knows that I'm a chef so people just ask my father if I can cook for them and he says yes, so here I am."
Pablo smirked.
"We can't complain, honey, those little gigs are paying for our wedding." Said Pablo kissing Mitch on the forehead.
"I know, I'm not complaining about that, I'm complaining about my dad promising things for me. But well, manos a la obra." Said Mitch lifting his hands in the air.
"What are we doing?" Asked Scott trying to ignore Pablo's presence and trying to keep his desire down.
"I'm putting the music." Said Pablo loudly running to the desk computer of Mitch's dad.
"¡No pongas tus nacadas!" Mitch exclaimed a bit mad.
"Too late!" The boy responded and strange music started.
"Couldn't you choose a song more mala copa?" Said Mitch washing his hands.
"You sing that song a lot."
"Yeah, when I'm drunk." Said Mitch making an 'obviously' face. Pablo laughed and kissed Mitch again.
Scott felt displaced.
"What mala copa mean?" Asked Scott trying to prove he was there.
"mmm..." Pablo answered. "Well, you can translate it literally like bad cup, and is when you are really drunk and you are annoying or problematic. Like when you fight with your friends or cousins or when are arguing with your couple saying unnecessary bullshit."
"When you cry and make a public ridiculous." Said Mitch covering his hair with a fishnet. "Like vomit on somebody or dance on a table and scream/cry or both about that you hate/love the girl/boy just left you."
"And then, at 3 or 4 a.m. all those mala copa guys of the party are singing this song. The song likely speaks of wishing the death of your ex-couple, like you are cursing them. "
"I would never." Said Mitch with a smile taking out a ton of chicken from the refrigerator and Pablo laughed.
"You are the most mala copa guy I have ever met. Why am I marrying you?"
"Because I'm suing."
"Damn... Straight to my wallet. Unnecessary roughness." Said Pablo playing the meme.
Scott frowned.
"Suing?" Asked the blond.
"There is a law here...which Mitch is using against me by the way. So, when you are in a long-term relationship and the other person doesn't want to get married you can sue him/her because that person made you lose your time."
"It's after the fifth year I think..."
"I don't know honey, I'm an architect. Well, what's the plan?"
"Sopa azteca, camarones a la diabla, mole con pollo and flan napolitano as dessert."
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"Wow, did you buy shrimp for us?"
"Of course, I know what I have at home." He said asking for another kiss.
Scott noticed that Mitch was a heartbreaker and then started wondering how many hearts had been victims of his charm.
