champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
It likely comes as little surprise that Mateo finds himself the subject of theft fairly often, such that the drugs he keeps on his person are either in harder to reach areas, or he only carries the cheap stuff in plain view. As such, he's almost inclined to believe that it's a fair trade for Red - she gets his sub-par snuff and he gets a kiss filled with cinnamon, snapdragon and fire (not to mention a very lovely pair of titties) when the crack of a whip has him jumping in surprise.
Especially as it grazes his ass like that.
"Naughty, naughty," he tuts to Red, snatching back his little package of powder and shaking his head as if disappointed. Then, dropping back to stand with Charlie, he reaches out to caress her whip as if it's the first time he's seen such a thing. (It is not).
"You must show me where you learned how to do that," he tells her, and clearly the rest of the rave has lost his interest now.
Especially as it grazes his ass like that.
"Naughty, naughty," he tuts to Red, snatching back his little package of powder and shaking his head as if disappointed. Then, dropping back to stand with Charlie, he reaches out to caress her whip as if it's the first time he's seen such a thing. (It is not).
"You must show me where you learned how to do that," he tells her, and clearly the rest of the rave has lost his interest now.
