Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"That is exactly what I just said, is it not?" Mateo smirks to his sister. It's a more polite way of saying did I stutter? a la Stanley, and he tilts his head at the relatively boring and organised black book, before scoffing. "I reserve the sequins for my diary, Flora," he informs her. And then, like a good slut, he turns around that she might use him to add amendments to the book.
"Petra is good - she has a tongue piercing now," he tells her airily. "I suppose I cannot say much for Robbie, though. I believe I had him tied up at the time." Hence the lack of canteloupe squeezing.
Not having the good captain's magic to hand, Mateo has no idea which entries Flora is looking for, but as she brings up Everest, he can't help but bark out a laugh. "I am beginning to think you have a crush on Everest Hart," he says. "You are very concerned about his sex life, you know."
"Petra is good - she has a tongue piercing now," he tells her airily. "I suppose I cannot say much for Robbie, though. I believe I had him tied up at the time." Hence the lack of canteloupe squeezing.
Not having the good captain's magic to hand, Mateo has no idea which entries Flora is looking for, but as she brings up Everest, he can't help but bark out a laugh. "I am beginning to think you have a crush on Everest Hart," he says. "You are very concerned about his sex life, you know."
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
