Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"I am only busy getting into trouble. But now you are here to stop me getting into more trouble, yes?" Flashing a smile up at Ever, Mateo is all sunshine and gypsy skirts until someone very rudely barges into them both, only to ricochet back against the doorframe. And Mateo starts off with an oop, sorry, before the stranger ever-so-rudely sneers at him. And more importantly, at his hair.
"So che non mi stai guardando. Non oseresti," he hisses, and although Mateo is absolutely not a fighting man, the way he straightens up and clenches the fist that once held the wine bottle says otherwise. "I did not know this establishment had a security guard," he continues, glancing up at Ever as if to ask what he wants to do about it.
"So che non mi stai guardando. Non oseresti," he hisses, and although Mateo is absolutely not a fighting man, the way he straightens up and clenches the fist that once held the wine bottle says otherwise. "I did not know this establishment had a security guard," he continues, glancing up at Ever as if to ask what he wants to do about it.
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
