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@thediego-hernandez
D I E G O || I N T R O
|| Be in the know ||
NAME: Juan Diego Estrada Hernández
GENDER & PRONOUNS: He/Him
AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: 47 - 04/02/1975
NEIGHBORHOOD: Bighorn Hills
TIME IN PROVIDENCE: 3 Months
MOST RECENT PLACE OF RESIDENCE: Mesa, Arizona
BIRTH PLACE: Zapallar, Chile
OCCUPATION: firefighter/ general contractor
SEXUALITY: Pansexual
SUN SIGN: Aries
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Divorced - Single
Jack watched Diego's face as he seemed to process through his own thoughts. He had half a mind to ask him if he wanted to share, but reminded himself that they were working, and that it wasn't the time or place. Maybe, just maybe, Jack would get a chance to ask him later - but he wasn't sure that it was a line he was allowed to cross. "I just don't need my subordinates to know what I do in my free time. Or whom." The back of Jack's neck felt warm, and he prayed to god he wasn't blushing.
Diego so casually switched to Spanish that Jack's brain didn't have time to process, and after a moments-long blank stare, he finally admitted, "I have no idea what you just said." He watched Diego as he played with the items on his desk, familiar with the need to fidget with something - but as quickly as he'd begun to mess with the paperclips and pens, he was backing away. "Don't," Jack urged, his own fingers catching one of Diego's suspenders to try to stop him from moving any further away. His hand dropped quickly, and he returned his arms to their crossed position, slightly embarrassed by his own knee-jerk reaction to keeping Diego close. "Sorry. I just meant-- you don't have to go."
"I get it, I get it." Diego finally said. "The firehouse is the same way. These men I work with? Actually boys. Teenagers. They act like children." He snorted, looking around them now. He smiled and nodded his head to a few nurses and doctors. But then his dark gaze made it's way back to jack's lighter one. "Oh, nothing serious." He replied when Jack asked him what he said in Spanish. "I just asked if I could say things to you in Spanish then. I don't know who here understands it though, might be a risk still." There was absolutely mischievous glittered in the man's eyes now, and something else that vanished as soon as it arrived due to someone stopping by to drop off a clip board between them, setting it on the desk.
Diego felt his heart beat just a little harder when Jack tugged at his suspender, causing him to stop walking backwards. He looked down at his hand, then back to Jack's face. A slow grin starting to form. While Jack crossed his arms again, Diego wanted to uncross them just as bad, wanting him to do it again but pulling harder. "Well when you put it like that-- How could I leave?" He replied and took a step closer. "So.. Is that a yes to breakfast then?" He asked after a moment.
Comically and visible, Hank jumped at the sound of the stranger's voice. Like he thought he was the only one out on the streets, so lost in his own cloudy little world right now. Looking up at the other, Hank let out a heavy sigh. A smile teased at the corners of his lips, even drunk he managed to remember to not show too much. Though typically alcohol brought out something closer to who Hank was and not who he pretended he wanted to be.
"And which one are you offering?" he asked, letting the smile form.
Diego pulled the bottle of liquor he snatched earlier from his jacket and took a swig of it. "I can offer all three, you won't hear me saying no." He replied and grinned happily at Hank. "You're choice though." He added. "I do have this here bottle to get us started though." Diego mused and held it out. Diego wasn't normally this chatty with strangers, but with the warmth of the liquor in his veins, and the cold air in his lungs-- He felt like a new man. For the night at least.
"How romantic, deafen a woman when you take her out," She drawled, though half of her focus was making sure the stupid, rickety old door actually locked, the latch always having a habit of getting caught at the worst of times. But today it seemed to be agreeable, to allow her the decency of heading out on time. She turned, grinning at him, shoving her keys in her pockets haphazardly and walked down to the car one of her many keyrings collected over her teen years peeping out with each stride.
"The pleasure's all mine, I don't know anything about plants either," She admitted with a shrug, "So maybe you might regret choosing me as your partner in crime for this." The blonde couldn't help but laugh when he made the point of opening the door to the truck. "Very old school," She teased, climbing in, "I'm not that good at lying, and can't think of any emergency a literal fireman can't help with, so guess if you do bore me I'm going with the honesty policy."
"Has anyone else offered to do the same? Has any man offered that?" Diego asked, looking at her pointedly. "Didn't think so. I'm ahead of the game here. I need you to remember me somehow." He snorted. As Diego climbed into the truck, his dark eyes looked over and found Phoebe's, looking at her with a shocked look. "You don't know anything? I thought all women were good at that. Like plant stuff and stars." His smiled widened, "I'm totally kidding. I knew there was a 50-50 chance of you not knowing anything so I actually just wanted an excuse to ask you to hang out with me, and make it a date." Diego admitted. He started up the truck and began to pull out to the road.
"Fuck, you're right. I forgot I was a firefighter." He grumbled. "You can say I never gave you an escape route. I tried." Diego stopped at a light and glanced over at her again. "You look beautiful, by the way. I'm enjoying the style. Takes me back." He chuckled.
Was it foolish to believe that she could go back to school and finish out a business degree to better herself? She was thirty, but she'd heard of older people going back to finish off their degree that they'd put on pause years earlier. Business was steady and her OnlyFans money was as good as it had ever been. With things falling into place, it seemed silly not consider it. She'd been wandering around the University in an attempt at finding the correct building when she heard someone muttering on about the audacity of another and how mistakes were easily made in a job like theirs. She didn't care about it, all she cared about was that she was in the wrong damn building yet again.
When the evening breeze brushed against her flushed face, she saw a man who seemed even more frustrated than her. "What? That guy that's inside complaining because someone told him to stick a folder up his ass? I don't know what's about, but I'd say he probably deserved it." This was it. Defeat. She was tired of circling buildings trying to find her spot. Maybe this was the world telling her to move on. "I don't know what he did, but I'm going with you did the right thing. Final answer."
Diego took another long drag and blew it away from the woman who walked up to him. He glanced over at her, "He did." Was all Diego said at the moment. Just because neither he nor his sister were born in this country, doesn't mean her schooling and process to get into it, should be much different than anyone else. Of course, Diego understood that there were just a few more hoops to jump through but not like that. That man was withholding it.
Diego snapped out of his thoughts and turned his attention back to the woman, "Good, I'm glad you came around to that decision. My little sister is just trying to get an education." He shook his head. "She's too non-confrontational so I came down here to help." He added with a dry chuckle. "What about you? Don't think I didn't miss how lost you looked, then the look of giving up." He added with a raised eye brow. "What's go you tied up?"
character: Diego Hernandez @thediego-hernandez
location: outside of Le Cirque Nightclub; Downtown
The contrast between warmth and heat from the dance floor to the cooler air outside was a very welcoming feeling as Rachel found herself still rather warm from the alcohol she'd consumed tonight. Looking behind her to make sure Diego had made it out of the club and not been tugged by someone else onto the dance floor. "Damn my feet are going to hurt tomorrow, I haven't danced like that since...." She tried doing the math which was just a horrible idea to do while drunk and in no shape to be doing anything other than making sure to be present in the moment. She was still grinning wildly though as she moved her hand out ready to give Diego a twirl. "You know all those times you hyped up your dance skills at the café, I really should have had more faith in you." Rachel snickered before letting out a small sigh of contentment. She had no idea what time it was, but certainly past her normal bedtime, however she felt more alive than she had felt since...this time she really didn't want to even attempt the math of that. "Are you hungry? I'm hungry. Wanna see if there's a place still open?" She didn't want the night to be over yet with her friend, always enjoying the time they got to spend together and was finding that it was much more fun to spend it outside of a coffeehouse.
Was that his drink? Or did he just down the drink belonging to the man that was sitting next to him at the bar? Diego's dark brown eyes searched the bar, his brain swimming, trying to focus. Okay, that was not his drink. This was his. Diego picked up the glass and downed the contents before Rachel had his hand, pulling him out to the brisk Colorado air before he even swallowed the drink. You know-- Diego probably should've noticed it was a vodka in that drink and not his staple tequila, when he sniffed it before drinking something that wasn't his. But, per usual, Diego shrugged it off and turned his attention on the beautiful woman tugging at his arm, telling him that she was hungry. As Rachel's arm lifted for a twirl, he had to get down low to fit under their raised arms, as she was quite a bit shorter than he was. He laughed and tugged her to his side, tucking her into him. "I'm always hungry. Of course I am." Diego replied, blinking to get some clarity on where they were. "Vamos a buscarte unos tacos callejeros de verdad." He announced. "Street tacos. Those are what you need." He added in English. "Oh, and yes, you really should have listened to me. I may withhold information, but I never lie." He winked at her, now guiding them down the street. "And you? Ay mis días, mamá, necesito enseñarte a bailar salsa. You have the potential with those hips." Diego's mind wandered to how she looked that night. Dancing, laughing, just pure bliss. "Oh, I also brought along a souvenir." Diego added, slipping a bottle of cheap well whiskey that he snagged from the bar from inside his coat.
After things having been rather quiet around campus for awhile, it hadn't taken long for Asli to hear the commotion. She glanced up from her spot where she'd been going over some emails on her laptop, perhaps could've easily been mistaken as a student if one didn't know her. She glanced back at the building the man just exited from. It wasn't her usual department or building, but she knew a couple of the staff members there after being a professor at the uni for the past year and a half. Her brows rose at the man's muttering as she quietly closed her laptop and put it away in her bag. Carefully and not too fast, she stood up and slung her bag's strap over her shoulders before moving a little closer to him. She approached him rather cautiously, not wanting to end up in the crossfires of his lingering rage. "Uh... I didn't know that you're a 'charming, heroic firefighter' kind of man," she admitted softly. After all, she's never met him before, though he did seem somewhat familiar. Yet still, she found herself wanting to make sure everything was alright. Or, if there was something she could do to make things right, if possible.
Glancing back at the building, waiting to see if the person Diego had been with before would come out and continue whatever is happening, the professor soon looked back at him. Dark eyes scanning his features for a moment to assess how to approach this without potentially making things worse. "Um... Is everything... okay? I'm a professor here. I primarily work in the Humanities department, but I might be able to help."
Diego flicked the end of his cigarette, tucking his other hand into his pocket before looking over at the woman fully now, telling him that she didn't know if he was as charming as he claimed. "That was sarcastic. I'm not really any of those things." He replied, but paused-- "Wait-- I am a firefighter though. And a general contractor. What you heard in there was the contractor personality." He couldn't help but give a humorless laugh. "One of my many personalities I sport, all encompassed under the trade mark name of Diego." His dark eyes met her own, studying the woman now, taking in her appearance silently as he took another drag.
"You're a professor here?" He snorted at that, shaking his head. "Hopefully you aren't as bad as your colleague there." Diego tipped his head back lightly in that direction. "Everything is in tip top shape now, I believe. Or should be." He added, raising his eye brows. "Just trying to put my little sister through school." He muttered. After a moment, Diego glanced back at her, "What's your name?"
Starter: Open (3/3) Closed
Where: providence peak university
"You want this?" Diego held up the folder, thick with papers. "Knock yourself out." He growled, tossing it in the opposite direction of the man's outreached hand, papers slipping out and scattering. "Next time you treat a young lady like that, and there is a 'problem' with her records when they were sitting in front of your face-- Take this folder right here and stick it up your ass. Twist it around a little and maybe you can get far enough to knock some sense into the sludge you call a brain." With that, Diego left, his scowl remained on his face as he stepped to the sidewalk, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. "Maldito pendejo." Diego took a long drag, rubbing his brows, cigarette between his fingers. Why did he even bother with this shit? Oh, that's right-- Because he loved his little sister. And what did love get him? Needy university staff, his wallet, and every last brain cell he could spare. He adored his baby sister, but sometimes her 'non-confrontational' spirit really butted heads with his 'fuck around and find out' spirit.
Diego was shook from his thoughts as a voice sounded behind him, coming from the direction of the building. "You see that? Hear it? Good, maybe the more people who heard it the more he'll realize I wasn't fucking kidding." Diego muttered. He then looked over at the person and sighed, "I know, I know, not very 'charming, heroic firefighter' of me."
open starter at somewhere downtown @providencepeakstarters
While Yas wasn't typically on the schedule most weekends at work, there were days that she still found herself in the halls of the hospital putting in extra time and effort. That weekend she'd agreed to help with a birthday celebration that they were having in the pediatric wing for a few of the girls that wanted a princess party. Despite the years of time since she'd officially worked as a Disney princess, Yas still slipped into the role perfectly and had shown up in full costume to brighten up the party. Afterwards, she'd hopped into an Uber to head home, only to be met with what had to be the worst Uber ride she'd ever been in. Halfway back to her house, the guy got a call from a buddy to go hit the slopes and shred, dude, after which she was promptly kicked out from the car with a vague apology and left stranded downtown dressed fully as a Disney princess. Left stranded there on the sidewalk, Yas could already feel the confused stares from people around. She offered a half shrug to the first person that was there, chuckling under her breath. "Uber sent the wrong Prince Charming," she offered as an explanation.
Diego couldn't help the huge sigh that passed his lips as he stepped onto the pavement in front of the firehouse. His shift was actually the more boring shift he's ever had-- And that was a good thing, one would think. But for him? He needed to stay busy. He needed to be useful. So, he was under, over, in and on top of every firetruck in that place, fine-tuning and tweaking anything that looked like it needed it. When the shift was finally over, Diego didn't miss a beat as he changed into regular jeans and just his 'Providence fire' t-shirt. But as he walked towards his truck, his eyes wandered and landed on a.. Disney Princess? Diego squinted at the girl, making sure his old-man eyes weren't playing tricks again. Diego headed towards the woman and raised his eye brows now as she explained her situation. "Personally, I've found some good princesses through Lyft. Uber is a 50-50 chance." He replied, taking in her appearance more fully. "Which one are you?" He asked after a moment. "And why?" He added. Diego once knew each Disney princess and could name them with his eyes closed, just listening to their voices. But that time was long gone, as well as the reason he knew them.
closed starter for @thediego-hernandez at the streets of downtown, closing time
It was an anniversary for Hank, one didn't want to talk about. Not to his family or the new connections he'd been making around here (he'd been telling them too much lately). So he went out to drown the thoughts out. What should have been some sort of miserable night drinking, where Hank punched out at 10pm and went home to mope, turned out to be a very enjoyable night.
Thankfully he didn't work tomorrow...or today. His alarm would be going off in two hours if he did, instead he was pushed out onto the street with the guys he'd been drinking with. They went one way and he went the other. After a few seconds of trying to figure out his phone, wobbling down the sidewalk, Hank gave up on a rideshare and decided he'd walk home. It couldn't be that far and his leg only hurt a little bit.
Tonight was a particularly uneventful night in the world that Diego thought spun around him. He was off from the firehouse, didn't schedule any contracting jobs for himself-- Just so he could go out and drink himself silly. But alas, there wasn't anyone interesting at the bars to talk to-- No assholes to harass. No one he wanted to take home. It was just him and his beer it seemed. Diego looked down at his watch and grumbled at the time. It was getting late. And he wasn't even silly-drunk. Not that he had anything to do the next day. Diego's dark brown eyes searched the bar, seeing the elderly bartender talking to a regular. He then reached across the well and snagged the bottle of well tequila and tucked it into his coat, leaving her a few extra bucks as a tip.
The cold air nipped at the man's cheeks as he stepped out, knowing the bottle under his arm would warm him up soon enough. Diego pulled out a cigarette and lit up, taking a long drag, leaning against the wall of a nearby building. And that's when he spotted Hank. He couldn't help but notice the man, taking in his appearance and how he seemed to be frustrated. Damn the firefighter sense of heart he had in him. "Hey, you alright, my man?" Diego asked, coming up to him. "You look like you need one of the following; A drink, a ride, or to get laid."
Though she had limited knowledge on plants, Phoebe needed to get out of the house for some other reason than buying wine so she could drink and mope around the house. So when Diego got in touch, she jumped at the opportunity. She had no idea how casual or not there day would be, opting to tie her newly blonde hair up in a low ponytail, deciding to take inspiration from her mom’s vintage wardrobe in the back of the closet, with a white t-shirt under a floral dungaree dress, matching the theme of their activity, her mom’s coveted vintage denim jacket in her arms in case the weather was slightly more bitter than she thought.
She was just lacing up her sneakers when she heard the door knock, spelt descending the creaky stairs, and opening the door just an inch so he couldn’t spy further into the ramshackle house, letting out a giggle at Diego’s greeting pose. “You look like you’re about to burst into a classic rock anthem like one of those singing telegrams.” She acknowledged, though she did offer him a welcoming smile.
Diego's face lit up in a grin as he saw the woman open the door. "Would you like me to?" He asked at her comment. "I can't promise it'll sound good-- Might make your ear drums burst a little actually, but I can try. Just for you." He told her with a shit-eating grin. Diego then stepped back, giving Phoebe some room to exit her house. While she was locking the door, he looked at her appearance, admiring how adorable she looked.
Diego snapped out of it and met her eyes once again, "So-- Thank you for coming with me on this plant hunt. I know next to nothing. In reality, this is just me trying to find a hobby. Something tells me that plants aren't but you never know until you try, right?" Diego told her, walking out to his truck, and you bet you ass he was going to open the door for her-- Like the gentleman he was. "If this gets too boring, please feel free to fake an emergency and leave." He added with a teasing smile. Diego and boring were rarely in the same sentence though.
"Bad enough for stitches or did they just clean you up?" Jack asked, gesturing to Diego's hand. The urge to turn to the computer and pull up Diego's chart practically made Jack's palms itch - but he stayed as he was, arms crossed and reminding himself that being a control freak was no way to make friends. What had started as casual conversation took a quick turn - unsurprising when Diego had something to say about it. Jack swatted at his arm and shot him a look. "Keep your voice down. I don't need my coworkers knowing my personal business. Do you know how messy these people are?"
Though his tone carried a warning, Jack was flattered. He'd been to Diego's once or twice, ensuring that he didn't overstay his welcome each time. When he met Diego's eyes again, Jack rolled his playfully. "Don't look at me like that. You're telling me you have the energy to work a nightshift, get breakfast, and then some? You're too old for that." However unbelievable it was, though, Jack did want it. He liked being around Diego. They laughed more than any situation called for and tended to enjoy themselves. Jack wasn't deluding himself into believing that anything they'd done was more than just fun, but the opportunity to spend time with Diego was tempting.
"Just a clean up, don't worry Honey." Diego chuckled and winked at Jack. Diego did quite enjoy how nurturing the man was though. It was something Diego wasn't all too familiar with. He always took care of himself, or other people. His job, his family, his little siblings, and of course his daughter-- When she was here. But Diego didn't let the thought settle, he never did. Most of his deeper thoughts were just surface level-- He didn't have too many people in his circle that he wanted to trust like that. And in reality? He didn't want people to see him as a sad or weak or anything but happy, goofy, sometimes a little too grumpy if he didn't sleep enough or didn't get caffeine in that day.
Diego snapped out of his thoughts, focusing on the real person that mattered-- Jack. Diego's face turned up into a grin, "What? Why not? Have you seen me? Have you seen yourself?" He mused, eyeing Jack. "It's every woman's and maybe even man's fantasy. I know you're mine." He couldn't help it, but this time he said it a little quieter, trying not to embarrass him too much. "¿Y si lo digo en español?" He added, reaching out to mess with the pens and paperclips held on the little station with the computer. He could never keep his hands to himself. Diego then gave a light shrug, "You're right. I am getting too old. I'll just take my creaky old bones and get out of your hair." He mused lightly and began to walk backwards, his eyes not leaving Jack's.
Starter: Closed
Who: @phoebeyates
Where: Picking her up to go to Blooming Dale's
Plants? What was Diego even thinking? He wasn't even sure who gave him the idea that he could even raise a plant. But here he was, picking up Phoebe, hoping she could help him pick something out that was hardy enough to with stand slight neglect when Diego forgot to care for it. But he was going to try-- He swore to himself. He also was bringing the woman to a baking class for the pair of them. He wanted to show off his non-existent baking skills to her. In reality, they both had a sweet tooth and Diego thought it might be fun. He'd never baked a single thing in his life. Unless you counted himself with that devils lettuce.
Diego jogged up to Phoebe's door, dressed in a fitted black t-shirt and jeans, knocking on her door. He paused, thinking for a moment before leaning is arm up on the door frame, other hand on his hip, nose almost touching the door as he waited, holding back a laugh.
"You're right Diego, I'm a he-milk-man-hater. You've clocked me. I suppose we must now reconsider this friendship." Rachel teased in return, having no actual thoughts on questioning the friendship they had. She wanted him in her life and she supposed she could look pass the fact that he drank milk by itself. Laughing at his passion on Hot Cheetos, she put that information in her brain to make sure that she picked him up a bag whenever she could to see him smile. "Good to know for all future road trips." Rachel teased before he was asking for the story. "Okay so! I think I told you about the family friend that was kind of like a younger sibling to me? Their kids are actually who I'm the godmother to, but anyway we were at a food truck fall of 2021 and I hadn't paid attention to them putting hot sauce on their nachos so I went to grab a bite. Well it turns out I was sick but at the time I didn't know it, but I literally felt my brain rattling with how spicy it was. Turns out they put half the bottle on the nachos while I wasn't looking. I was a whole wreck, we had to get ice cream. It's the last time I ever share food with them." She laughed at the memory fondly as she now had the retrospect that she indeed didn't have her tastebuds ruined.
But of course the laughter didn't last much longer once Diego shared what life had brought to him. Her lower lip quivered as she held on tighter to her friend as she thought about how he had to relive the moments with his daughter. She pressed the side of her face into his chest as she felt his face against the top of her head. Rachel rubbed at his back as he told her more. Imagining the girl in the picture following Diego, looking at him with the pride that he was her father. She just knew in her heart that he gave his daughter the world and felt just how unfair it was that he had only gotten to know her for ten years. That he didn't get to watch her grow up, continue on with all the big milestones that parents both look forward to and dread because it meant the passage of time. Rachel cried silently as she hated this reality for Diego. She wanted to fight this world for him and give it a piece of her mind. "You deserved more time with her." Rachel said through her tears, feeling that struggle that he probably went through each time he had to share this information. "She deserved more time with you. You were a wonderful father to her. I just know it." Rachel said it definitively having no qualms about the presumption. But she also knew there was nothing she could say would make that type of loss go away. It was going to be with him forever and she hated that even more. "We don't have to talk about her anymore if it hurts too much, but I'm more than happy to hear more about her or anything you want to tell me, Diego." She sniffled softly her hand moving to dry her face as she hoped she hadn't left any tear stains on his shirt.
Diego's face was light, grinning as Rachel told him the story about her spicy food. He couldn't help but adore her for being sensitive to spicy foods and sauces. Diego practically put hot sauce on everything, making sure each and every bite had a kick in the head to it. "I can imagine it was shocking for you." He laughed. "Were you sweating? Did your nose drip with snot?" He asked, teasing her, being a little gross on purpose. "I don't if you should trust sharing my food then." He added with a laugh. "You need to let me know if you plan on eating my food so I can set aside some non-spicy pieces." He told her.
Diego was silent for a while, hugging Rachel against his chest, not sure what to do or say. He wanted to tell her everything. He wanted to just spill it all-- to talk and talk and talk until the bottle in his heart was shattered and it was freed. But something held him back. He didn't know what-- Was it that she might pity him? That she might judge him for what happened and why he had walked away for just those few moments? Diego became a firefighter because he wanted to save people. But the most important person in his life, he wasn't able to. How ironic. "I was a good dad. I did the best I could-- With her mother out of the picture and all. I made sure we travelled. She lived in Chile for a while with me and her family. I made sure Vera knew Spanish also. It was her first language, actually." Diego let a small smile slip, along with what seemed like a tear? "I only spoke to her in Spanish for the first three years of her life. I wanted her to know her heritage and the ways of our people." He chuckled, shaking his head. "You know.. For a long time I thought that it was so unfair. Why would God, or Zeus, or whoever is out there-- Give me something so precious? So beautiful and pure and full of love? Just to rip it away?" He asked softly, staring at the photos. "Wouldn't it have been better to not have it at all then? You can't miss something you never had, you know? Why me?" Diego seemed to be rambling and he couldn't stop it. "I'm a shitty person. I was before she was born and I am now. I mess with people. I break hearts, I was mean. I didn't care about anyone that wasn't in my personal circle. And even if they were in my personal circle, my own self interest was always first and foremost. I was unpredictable. And then Vera was just.. Shoved into my hands and that was it. I promised her from that moment, as she squirmed in my arms, that I would be someone she wanted to call dad. Wanted to have around. And when she left... So did that promise." Diego finally stopped, shrugging his shoulders, more tears silently falling down his stoic face. "I became worse than ever." Diego really only came to Colorado to try and fix himself the best he could.
Cont.. @elifalvey
"And I don't if you will. I'm sensitive about my singing. I only do it in the car, or when I'm doing the dishes. I have strict singing procedures I follow." Diego told him, his face serious. He still didn't let on if he was kidding or not while he took another drink of his tequila, polishing it off. "Kidding, but not kidding. I'm not strict about it, but I do only sing in the car and while doing the dishes. It just works out that way." Diego finally laughed, admitting that he did, in fact, sing sometimes. "I don't sing in the shower though, do you?" He asked after a moment, waving down the bartender again and ordering a third round without saying anything to Elijah. "And if you do, I'd like to hear it for myself. Singing in the shower just sounds different, you know?" His dark eyes seemed to spark, shrugging his shoulders.
"Yes, I am sure you will be singing to me one way or another before the night is over." He added. But Diego paused, "Me? You want me to sing first?" He couldn't help but laugh out loud. "You're the one who's the professional. Remember what I do? Just a firefighter and lowly contractor on the side. I'm not confidant enough to trail blaze the bar into singing. Or you, for that matter." He snorted. But honestly, Diego had all the confidence in the world-- He was just stubborn. "I'll tell you what, beat me two out of three games of darts and I'll be up on that stage before you."
Cont... @jbenedict
Diego couldn't help but grin as Jack took his hand and inspected it. He knew Jack couldn't resist checking it out, making sure it was done properly. Diego didn't really care too much if it was or not-- It would heal one way or another. "I don't know, your coworkers always seem to know how to do a good job." He replied with a light shrug, slightly unhappy when Jack dropped his hand. Diego paused, the playful grin still crossing his features. "But then again I also know that you can too." He mused, looking around the hospital and nodding his head to a few nurses and people that were passing. "Hm.. I should try pissing you off more. Last time I did, I liked it. And I reckon you did too." He winked.
Diego took a step back, his dark eyes lit up with humor and something a little more... mischievous. "Yes, unfortunately nap time was postponed tonight. Too busy running into burning buildings and all that." He chuckled. Diego couldn't help but notice the crossing of Jack's arms and his stance. Almost seeming closed off from him. But Diego wasn't worried. Or deterred in the slightest. "If you're off at 7:30, swing by the fire station and we can get breakfast. I'm off at 8." He replied, raising his eye brows. "And then some after that."
