Mateo
One might think that after the sort of bender he'd pulled down in Torchline at the Hanged Man's reopening, Mateo might take it easy for a little bit.
And one would be wrong.
In reality, this is the same night out according to Mateo, because if he's stopped to sleep then it was by accident and it doesn't count. The White Hart is a good place to start and/or finish (wink wonk) a bar crawl, though quite which one the botanist is doing as he swans inside is anybody's guess.
Still wearing the equivalent of some fishing net, patchwork pants and an assortment of seashells and glittering rings, Mateo stops to kiss someone's cheek, get his ass fondled by a different stranger, and exchange an intricate handshake whereby something may have been slipped between fingers, before he arrives at the bar.
And one would be wrong.
In reality, this is the same night out according to Mateo, because if he's stopped to sleep then it was by accident and it doesn't count. The White Hart is a good place to start and/or finish (wink wonk) a bar crawl, though quite which one the botanist is doing as he swans inside is anybody's guess.
Still wearing the equivalent of some fishing net, patchwork pants and an assortment of seashells and glittering rings, Mateo stops to kiss someone's cheek, get his ass fondled by a different stranger, and exchange an intricate handshake whereby something may have been slipped between fingers, before he arrives at the bar.
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
