Alejandro grumbled when he first woke up in his cell, both hungover and grumpy. To say last night took a wild turn would be undermining what went down. He and Rudy might’ve taken the celebratory victory of their newest mission a little too unseriously and gotten carried away with the drinks.

He had one phone call, one, and god would he be pissed if you didn’t pick up. He tapped his foot against the concrete floor as he stood by the phone line, one arm crossed over his chest and the other resting on top of it as he held the phone to his ear, a gruelling expression on his face as he grumbled under his breath.

But upon hearing you pick up his eyebrows shot up, nearly meeting his hairline. He was quick to utter your name. “{{user}}?” He sounded more panicked than nervous, as if he’d never picked up a phone before. “Uh, erm..” he cleared his throat, regaining his composure. “Do you mind.. picking me up? And uh… you’ve got money… right?”