Reaching for the drink Ever sniffs at it and then smirks as if only just realizing that regardless of what it smelled like, he was going to drink it. Taking a healthy sip and then spluttering, he swallows past the burning in his throat and grins at Mateo. "It's nice to be without any worries. Is this how life feels for you, normally?" Looking adoringly at Mateo much the same way he would as a dog, the aviator reaches for a bit of lavender overhead, only to end up falling onto his back.
Despite the drugs already at work in his system, the alcohol felt like a river of fire as it trailed through his stomach. Wanting to do nothing more than enjoy the heat and the purple smell in the air, having already shed his sweater, the aviator began to (in his mind, very subtly remove his pants) (in reality, yank at his buttons and tug at his pant legs to remove them) in an effort to expose as much of his body to the purple air as he could.
Despite the drugs already at work in his system, the alcohol felt like a river of fire as it trailed through his stomach. Wanting to do nothing more than enjoy the heat and the purple smell in the air, having already shed his sweater, the aviator began to (in his mind, very subtly remove his pants) (in reality, yank at his buttons and tug at his pant legs to remove them) in an effort to expose as much of his body to the purple air as he could.
If you keep adding stones
Soon the water will be lost in the well
Soon the water will be lost in the well
