don't threaten me with a good time

Mateo

Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between

"My name is please help me to stop rowing," Mateo all but begs his friend, despite the fact that it's his own momentum keeping it up. Still, as Ever presses pause on the timer that seems to switch something off in the florist's brain, and he slows to a halt and tries to catch his breath. "Thank youuuu..." He chugs back most of his water and finally seems to pay attention to the blondes once more, turning to raise an eyebrow.

"No, like the mountain," he corrects with a smile that one could cut themselves on. "I'm Mateo. You can have our names for free, but anything else is going to cost you. We're on a tight schedule." His sass would be a lot more impressive if he didn't nearly have to crawl away from the machine. "Can we stretch now? I might die."

I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm