Mateo
When Mateo eventually does get up, he'll realise that two Manhattans and a very strong Christmas cocktail have crept all the way up his legs and are rapidly approaching his brain; for now, though, he continues to draw the circle on the table over and over, the cocktail stick sword left clamped between his teeth after he finishes all the cherries. "Mm...?" he says helpfully in response to Ever's exclamation, having been busy trying to readjust his pants without taking his eyes off the couple (who are now approaching the pole again, but for what he can only guess).
"Oh, shit," he blurts, grabbing up some napkins as well to dab at the table, though by the time it's in any state for them to get back to the show, Ever is gone. Swearing under his breath, Mateo wiggles out from his seat to follow after his friend, though it's a weaving sort of route he takes towards the bathroom. "Ever? You okay?" he calls as he eventually pushes his way through the swinging doors.
"Oh, shit," he blurts, grabbing up some napkins as well to dab at the table, though by the time it's in any state for them to get back to the show, Ever is gone. Swearing under his breath, Mateo wiggles out from his seat to follow after his friend, though it's a weaving sort of route he takes towards the bathroom. "Ever? You okay?" he calls as he eventually pushes his way through the swinging doors.
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
