champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
”Of that I have no doubt,” Mateo purrs right back at her, hazy blue eyes watching her lips as she drapes herself against him, and he forgets all about the weapon (of pleasure or pain) in her hands to let his arms slip around her waist instead. He’s about to suggest a place or two within this very fine establishment where she might be able to show him her skills in a much more intimate scenario, only for her to entirely beat him to the punch.
”The stars?” he repeats, taking a moment of consideration before he flashes Charlie a bright and dimpled grin, grasping her hand and giving it a gentle tug as if to lead her off the dance floor (and out of the rave entirely). ”I know just the spot! We need to get you up to the Spyglass.” He says it as though it’s something mysterious or secret, but the reality is that it’s likely just closed at this hour.
Not much is really closed when you have parents like Mateo’s, though, and he’s confident in his skills.
”The stars?” he repeats, taking a moment of consideration before he flashes Charlie a bright and dimpled grin, grasping her hand and giving it a gentle tug as if to lead her off the dance floor (and out of the rave entirely). ”I know just the spot! We need to get you up to the Spyglass.” He says it as though it’s something mysterious or secret, but the reality is that it’s likely just closed at this hour.
Not much is really closed when you have parents like Mateo’s, though, and he’s confident in his skills.
