champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
"I suppose if I had gone, perhaps I would have been able to speak with them," Mateo murmurs, though he doesn't feel any regret about it now. If he had shown up to the ball he'd have either been too high, too social, too much as if to compensate for his own inner feelings, or he'd have said or done something better left locked in his own thoughts. And besides, there were always other opportunities for that sort of thing. And Mateo can't dance in any capacity befitting a ballroom anyway, so it's likely for the best.
"It does not matter now, anyway," he decides, smiling over his shoulder at Ever. "It is good to have you back, and I will help you plan your date with Isla as best I am able. I am sure you will wow her, and she will never want to leave Stormbreak." Grinning properly now, it's with thoughts of Deepfrost-worthy dresses and flasks of spiced liquor that he settles down to nap.
"It does not matter now, anyway," he decides, smiling over his shoulder at Ever. "It is good to have you back, and I will help you plan your date with Isla as best I am able. I am sure you will wow her, and she will never want to leave Stormbreak." Grinning properly now, it's with thoughts of Deepfrost-worthy dresses and flasks of spiced liquor that he settles down to nap.
