champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
Luckily for Charlie, Mateo's friend is soon forgotten, firstly by the arrival of his jacket - a bulky thing that honestly looks as if it's been created from some antique patterned carpet - and second by the Ancient herself. Accepting the garment, he turns at the sound of his voice (albeit a little slower than usual, but reflexes hey) and offers a bright and immediate smile, one that turns promptly into confusion when she disappears - and then reappears? - across the room.
Only now does true recognition bloom across his face, dimples appearing with the force of his grin, and he sets his jacket down on the counter so he can greet her properly, i.e. by almost drawing her off the ground in an embrace. "Charlie, you made it!" he trills, kissing each of her cheeks and drawing back. "And you found your way to the most exciting part of town, I see. Tell me you did not just come up here to visit me?" No, actually, say you did, his eyes seem to beg.
Only now does true recognition bloom across his face, dimples appearing with the force of his grin, and he sets his jacket down on the counter so he can greet her properly, i.e. by almost drawing her off the ground in an embrace. "Charlie, you made it!" he trills, kissing each of her cheeks and drawing back. "And you found your way to the most exciting part of town, I see. Tell me you did not just come up here to visit me?" No, actually, say you did, his eyes seem to beg.
