champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
"Mmm, that you are," Mateo purrs as she mimics him, grinning and ambling out onto the streets with Charlie tucked beneath his arm. "Work, you say? Is Charlie of the Hollowed Grounds an architect of some sort?" He'd never thought to ask, honestly, when she'd come across him on the Rainbow Road. In his defence, his lips had been rather busy elsewhere for the majority of their encounter.
As for where they are going, Mateo grins and gestures around at the lights and music of the Silk Houses in full swing. "There is a bar I like to frequent for cocktails and dancing," he says, "and a very lovely little den where you can sample the finest Dreamdust. Oh, and a casino that looks like a Ludo shrine." Pick your poison, or something entirely different, his smile seems to say.
As for where they are going, Mateo grins and gestures around at the lights and music of the Silk Houses in full swing. "There is a bar I like to frequent for cocktails and dancing," he says, "and a very lovely little den where you can sample the finest Dreamdust. Oh, and a casino that looks like a Ludo shrine." Pick your poison, or something entirely different, his smile seems to say.
