champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
"It is late," Mateo says, his voice muffled by his friend's shirt. "You are late home." Doesn't matter what time it is - or even what day it is, truthfully - because the botanist will still insist that what he says is true. He can't remember standing in a hug like this with Ever either, but gods after so long without his best friend, it hardly seems like a bad thing. "I have missed you too," Mateo agrees quietly, letting out a long, hard sigh before reluctantly peeling himself back.
"The Ball? Oh, that Midwinter thing?" He shrugs his shoulders easily. "I did not feel like it. I hope that you had a good time, though." His social calendar has been widely ignored other than when it comes to places he might be able to stay, honestly. "Come on - I will close up for the day. I want to go up and see La Verbena."
"The Ball? Oh, that Midwinter thing?" He shrugs his shoulders easily. "I did not feel like it. I hope that you had a good time, though." His social calendar has been widely ignored other than when it comes to places he might be able to stay, honestly. "Come on - I will close up for the day. I want to go up and see La Verbena."
