I'M TRIGGERED! JK. I'm not like that. I honestly loved doing this one! Family Guy Ref
"Ahem. Mr. Armando, I do believe you should be more compassionate to the fairer associates of the office." Mr. Grossberg's mustache danced on his lip. "The rookie believes your ways are borderline onto misogynistic."
"Ha…!" Armando merely laughed at the senior attorney. "The kitten needs to sharpen her claws. The courts are no playground for stray prey. It brings out the passion when pursuing the truth. That's one of my rules."
"Passion?" The older man eyed him oddly.
"I'm a very passionate man!" Armando sipped his coffee. "Have you seen my spanish soap opera?"
"Well… erhm…" Grossberg stuttered before reminiscing on Armando's recent role on the novella, Amargo.
The title had cursive unveiling to as it entered the screen, a jazzy and passionate vibe gained by the song, 'The Fragrance of Dark Coffee'. Diego came into his home, his blood red shirt and beige vest fastened on him. The familiar scenery gave him that feel of home and completeness. Up the stairs, he saw the love of his life. Her dress mimicking the dark red as her brown eloquent hair dragged behind her from her dash.
"Mi amor!" The passion dripped from the woman's mouth. Mia Fey ran down the stairs ever ready to embrace the love in front of her.
Armando was ready to return the favor. This would only ever be the times in he would place down his mug of coffee. As she came closer, their arms raised towards each other, ready to reveal the love between them, Armando raised his hand slapped the woman to the ground. She fell. Guitar strings played.
In the next room, a girl came racing down, the familiar brown pretzel hair, ever so happy to see the man in red.
"Papa!" Pearl screamed happily as she ran towards Diego. Diego leaned down lightly, making sure the girl would land right onto him from her small stature. As her embracing came ever close, Armando raised his hand once more and slapped the girl to the ground. She fell. The guitar strings strummed once more.
"Niño!" Misty Fey came running from the side room, ever so glad he was home, just like those before him. He smirked, this one he had no trouble. She was the mother-in-law of course. As she came with her widest grin, he gave her a good backhand. The guitar was played.
Diego picked up his mug, gave the unconscious women who now occupied the floor a quick glance before tipping his head back, "Bueno…"
The attorney hurried out the house before entering his coffee car for the next brewing episode.
Grossberg grumbled. Diego emphasized with his mug, "Can you not feel the passion? How do you think I made Blend #107?"