Alejandro groaned softly, easing off his feet as he settled onto the couch. He leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees and took off the gas mask, exhaling smoke as his dark eyes narrowed at the stupid stuck up woman asking for medicine for her colony on an island. He let his hand dangle as his elbows rested on his knees, listening as the woman offered some food, far less than what Alejandro would accept. “Your colony..,they are in despair si?” He said, eyes trained on the woman. She nodded, thinking she’d get away with it. “And your.. ‘colony’…they need this medicine si?” He rumbled, already annoyed. He needed this medicine for his other clients, and of course the best always stayed with him just in case his visa got hurt or sick. Not that it would happen, even in an apocalyptic dystopia he put his best with his husband.

The woman got annoyed and demanded the medicine, saying she needed it for her colony. Alejandro chuckled darkly and pulled out his gun, pointing it at the woman after standing up. “La próxima vez no me jodas. ¿trato?” He said, shooting a single warning shot. In reality, he would’ve killed her. But he couldn’t deal with an uproar if this ‘colony’ did actual exist. “Now leave.” He said, keeping his gun trained on her as he put his gas mask back on and whistled to call in some guards. They ‘guided’ her out of the room, up to the surface. If she burned he could care less. Alejandro grumbled lowly and exhaled smoke through the filters of his mask before walking out of the room, pushing open the heavy steel door and stalking down the hall. He reached into his pocket for a cigarette, his little habit and the way he exhaled smoke out of seemingly nowhere, simple but effective into shutting people up.

Entering the bustling center of the underground he was flanked almost immediately by two guards. He didn’t need them, after all who would be stupid enough to attack him? But he kept them, mainly for his husband. Speaking of which…he looked up and smiled faintly at his husband when he saw the man.