No Good

No Good (Chapter 1/?)

Hi!

I just started watching Narcos and developed a huge crush on Javier Pena (I sadly can't do that tilde/the little wave on the n) so bear with me... (I am here for the smut) and I don't speak Spanish nor have I been to Colombia... so I just did some research and I hope there aren't a lot of mistakes... also there might be some grammatical errors cause I find the English tenses very confusing...

The story is inspired by the song "no good" by Kaleo.

Warnings for all Chapters: Smut(shown with a *), young / old(er), violence, angst, panic attack, dark STUFF, LANGUAGE!, (18+), this being my first time writing a ff for Narcos and knowing nothing about the culture in Colombia!

I hope you enjoy!

*No Good (Chapter 1 of?)

Diana Rochat sucked on the end of her pen, slightly squeezing her eyes, looking concentrated at the paper in her hands. With her thoughts somewhere else everything on the page blurring into black and white, her concentration was out of the window – she huffed, and a nearly silent groan came across the lips.

"You okay over there?", Javier asked, "Dina?"

"Huh, what?", her head shot up and she gave him a confused look. He let out a little laugh.

"You've been looking at that paper for half an hour... and you haven't done anything... got something else on your mind?" he teased slightly.

With an eye roll and a slight hand wave she brushed off his comment focusing again on the paper – this time she actually started working on it. He laughed silently and went back to finishing the paperwork as well.

The next time she noticed something else than the black writing on the slightly yellowish paper it was a heavy and warm hand on her shoulder. With a little jump she looked up and saw Steve standing next to her.

"Dina, we call it a day – Are you staying late or...?" he let the question unfinished. Before she could answer there was the voice of Javier, coming from the door.

"We are having some drinks in the bar down the street... You should come along... for once?"

She wrinkled her nose with disagreement, going to some random bar and watching the guys getting drunk wasn't her ideal evening concept – especially not if it was a Friday evening.

All she wanted was getting home, cooking some dinner, and reading her book and maybe there would be a glass of wine involved.

Before she could express her opinion, Steve interrupted. "We won't get drunk, Connie will come too... and you can eat some dinner... and the first drink is on us."

With a sigh she got up and started stacking up her finished paperwork. Silently she gathered all her things together and looked at the two men.

"Let's go then."

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The bar they chose was nice, not too crowded, and comfy looking. The menu had some decent options and Dina chose Arroz de lisa which is something that is usually found at the Atlantic side of Colombia, but she really took a liking in it from various visits in Barranquilla. As promised Steve got the first round of drinks and Dina got a grenadine beer – a beer (preferably a lager) with a lot of grenadine sirup in it.

This was something she took from home, Switzerland, with her – along with a lot of different opinions, habits and understandings compared the ones by the Americans and the Colombians.