The plan had been to limit themselves to salsa and chips, maybe a soda or two. They were on the lam and on a budget, after all.

That was the plan. But plans, even when carried out by two thirds of a much feared supervillain trio, go oft awry. And so it was, many margaritas later, that the sun pierced the darkness of their room. Jonathan woke to a splitting headache, but with Andrew - still asleep and wearing a much battered purple sombrero - holding him snug. He blushed and thought Cinco de Mayo might have been worth it.