Slick stood over his kitchen stove, humming and stirring a pot of dark brown… Something. Although he wasn't the greatest at it, he did love to cook. He liked reading over the recipes, when he chose to use them, and mixing the ingredients to make his meals, however burnt they may come out to be.
As he reached to stir the brown concoction, he felt arms wrap around his waist. "You're doing it wrong." A gruff voice said, as a hand reached in front of him to turn down the heat.
"Shut up Droog. I'm fine, thank you very much. Besides, dear," He said, spitting the last word at Droog. "I'm in a kitchen full of knives. Do you really want to tell me I'm doing it wrong?" Slick responded, looking pointedly at the knife block. Who was he to walk in and tell him how to cook his… Something. Slick sighed. He had to admit, it was so burnt and disgusting looking at this point, even HE wasn't sure what he was trying to make.
Droog chuckled. "Do you even know what you're doing Slick?" He teased, letting go of the man and leaning against the counter, smirking.
Slick glared indignantly. "Of course I do. Don't patronize me, asshole." He huffed, turning the heat back up and adding spices, secretly hoping it would make it taste more appetizing.
"Alright, alright. I'll leave you too it then. I'll be in the parlour if you need me." Droog said, waving a hand and chuckling lightly as he walked out.
An hour later, Slick called to his partner, alerting him to the completion of his concoction. Droog walked into the kitchen, inhaling the scent of the meal, which was a mixture of week-past-expiration-date milk, and rotten eggs. Sitting at the table, and glancing at the meal cautiously, he raised his fork to his mouth and took a bite.
"So, what do you think?" Slick asked, trying to hide the look of eagerness in his eyes.
"Slick, darling, you amaze me once again. You've managed to both overcook and undercook this, along with giving it such a distinctly disgusting taste, my mouth is numb with shock. I believe a call to Guinness Book of World Records is in order."
"Shut up ass. I tried." Slick said, slumping into a chair and putting his head into his hands.
Droog placed a hand on his back. "Hey now, don't get too discouraged. You did try, and that's worth something. Besides, I was craving McDonalds!" He said, adding under his breath, "For the fifth time this week."
"Yeah, okay." Slick said, standing up. "I can always try again tomorrow night, right?"
"Of course." Droog said, ushering Slick out to the car, trying not to grimace. Perhaps he would be able to convince Slick to let him cook tomorrow night. At least then it would be fit for human consumption.
A/N: I just really love these guys. This came about when the Droog RP'er from the AU Mafiabound and I (The Slick RP'er) were talking about how Slick would love to cook, and Droog would too, and we called them cooking buddies :'D