champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
Offering his friend a wink over the rim of his cup, Mateo doesn't need to twist the social knife any further, and he accepts Ever's ideas without comment. Letting out a long and content sigh as he finishes his tea, he sets the empty cup down and wrinkles his nose as the other man turns the conversation back at him. Ordinarily the botanist has no qualms talking about himself, but especially now that Ever is more likely to know if he's not being forthright, it's not an easy subject to breach.
"Not really," he says. Others might disagree; fucking an Ancient on a picnic blanket and cavorting his way through Mother Molly's and any other den of debauchery offered by The Silk Houses certainly sounds exciting. But of course that sort of thing is just a regular Tuesday for Mateo.
"I have not been doing too well, to be honest. It has been hard, not having anywhere to come back to. My family have all seemed pretty busy as well. I have just been waiting for you to get back, as sad as it sounds." Wincing, because gods, it really does sound pathetic when he puts it that way, Mateo gives a quick and airy shrug. "But here you are, so it hardly matters now."
"Not really," he says. Others might disagree; fucking an Ancient on a picnic blanket and cavorting his way through Mother Molly's and any other den of debauchery offered by The Silk Houses certainly sounds exciting. But of course that sort of thing is just a regular Tuesday for Mateo.
"I have not been doing too well, to be honest. It has been hard, not having anywhere to come back to. My family have all seemed pretty busy as well. I have just been waiting for you to get back, as sad as it sounds." Wincing, because gods, it really does sound pathetic when he puts it that way, Mateo gives a quick and airy shrug. "But here you are, so it hardly matters now."
