Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"Faint eucalyptus taste, I think," Mateo says slowly, not that he can remember much about his evening of testing. "In liquor it should go undetected, though - so watch out if someone is good at switching their drinks." Taking her hand and pressing the vial into it, there's a nonetheless sunny smile on the botanist's face. "I just do not like the idea of anybody messing with my sister," he says, as if he hasn't just handed her a bottle of truly nightmarish hallucinogens.
"You thought I meant... oh, oh. No. I do not think Everest is even interested in that," Mateo says slowly. Perhaps he will have to ask his friend the next time they are flying back to Stormbreak (you know, where Ever can't run away from the question). "And that is a very kind offer - I will suggest it to him. Or perhaps you can. You know, when he picks you up. For your visit."
"You thought I meant... oh, oh. No. I do not think Everest is even interested in that," Mateo says slowly. Perhaps he will have to ask his friend the next time they are flying back to Stormbreak (you know, where Ever can't run away from the question). "And that is a very kind offer - I will suggest it to him. Or perhaps you can. You know, when he picks you up. For your visit."
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
