Mateo
"I happen to think that's a spectacular lie. I've seen a lot of people get tattooed on nights out, Ever, and I don't think any of them are sober." Mateo raises his eyebrows over his glass as he drains the rest of his cocktail, like he's being ever so convincing by giving this little anecdote. Eventually, of course, he huffs out a sigh and sets down his empty glass. "I solemnly swear to try," he says. That much is true at least.
"Mm, they did. Okay, a little sailboat on my ass. I think that's my decision," he says, snagging a menu he's just noticed on their table to select his next victim cocktail. "You do dangerous stuff whenever you answer emergency calls," he objects, deciding on a Manhattan because he likes the little maraschino cherries they put in them.
"I bet they stretched. You gotta stretch before you... oh..." The thing has been successfully unbuckled and Mateo is captivated by the nipple tassels suddenly on display.
"Mm, they did. Okay, a little sailboat on my ass. I think that's my decision," he says, snagging a menu he's just noticed on their table to select his next victim cocktail. "You do dangerous stuff whenever you answer emergency calls," he objects, deciding on a Manhattan because he likes the little maraschino cherries they put in them.
"I bet they stretched. You gotta stretch before you... oh..." The thing has been successfully unbuckled and Mateo is captivated by the nipple tassels suddenly on display.
I'm a scholar and a gentleman
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
