Spanish Enough?Cuba sighed as he waited for his northern companion. He hadn't seen Canada in a while, but it wasn't like him to be late when he came down to La Habana.Spanish Enough?6 years ago in General More Like This
Our Cuban friend was waiting on an old bench on the coast of one of his favorite beaches. It was around seven o'clock and the sun was just dipping below the horizon, bathing everything in a calming orange glow.
'Wonder why he wanted to come down so suddenly,' He thought, taking a long drag of his cigar, 'He did say he was taking some Spanish lessons,' Blowing out a smoke ring, he frowned, 'Still, gotta wonder what's taking him so-'
Cuba looked up, and scowled, "AMERica..." the name died on his lips as his friend ran over from the other side of the beach. He was wearing one of his dorky little Hawaiian shirts, but the front was open, exposing his pale, flawless chest and stomach. His shorts hung off his hips, teasing him with thoughts of what hid underneath.
Skidding to a stop in front of him, the Canadian doubled over, hands on