Eyeing the dancers, unsure if the mix of leather and lace they were wearing was a fire hazard, Ever collects his drink and follows Mateo to a table that's far closer to the action than he'd like. Sitting down stiffly, the paramedic arranges things on the table just so, before glancing sideways at Mateo. [say]'I was going to start practicing on frui—you? Are you sure?'[/say] The offer makes Ever feel both terrified and incredibly grateful, which probably explains the way his lips can't quite settle on just one expression.
Taking a sip from his drink only to inhale sharply, Ever gasps slightly as his eyes begin to water. [say]"That's—"[/say] He wheezes, feeling his throat begin to turn. [say]"—what is this?"[/say] He wonders, more or less rhetorically. Whatever it was, it was strong.
Taking a sip from his drink only to inhale sharply, Ever gasps slightly as his eyes begin to water. [say]"That's—"[/say] He wheezes, feeling his throat begin to turn. [say]"—what is this?"[/say] He wonders, more or less rhetorically. Whatever it was, it was strong.