champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
Luckily for Charlie, whilst Mateo is not an artist full-time, he's nonetheless a frequent visitor of Mother Molly's. Tonight he isn't even working (i.e. dutifully applying makeup to the finest ladies and gentlemen of the establishment) but has dropped by, rather, to pick up a jacket he'd left behind a day or so before. The White Hart and several other places in the Silk Houses have already received his custom this evening, and so he slinks in with all the overconfidence of the socially lubricated, leaning very easily indeed against the counter to corral one of the greeters.
With eyes lined with gold and kohl, an outfit that consists mostly of black netting and his curls left wild around his face, the botanist is akin to death's drunk little brother out for a rave. And whilst he doesn't see the little Ancient at first, he is very interested in the body that sidles up to press against his own, indulging in an impromptu makeout session as his coat is retrieved from the back rooms.
With eyes lined with gold and kohl, an outfit that consists mostly of black netting and his curls left wild around his face, the botanist is akin to death's drunk little brother out for a rave. And whilst he doesn't see the little Ancient at first, he is very interested in the body that sidles up to press against his own, indulging in an impromptu makeout session as his coat is retrieved from the back rooms.
