champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
"But of course. I expect you to hold those other things against me, and for me, and perhaps even hold them while I do other things for you," Mateo quips, leaning into the touch of her hand, feeling the softness of her fingers as if they are made of silk and cashmere. It's a shame, alas, for their conversation to take such a turn right on the heels of a drug that will sedate them and then some, but at least Charlie is nestled close enough to keep warm. There's always the morning after all, right?
"I wish I could say. I do not imagine it is very long - I am always asleep before I remember how far I have counted," Mateo admits with a laugh. His own vision is starting to take on a hazy, cloudlike quality, his muscles relaxing into something close to euphoria, and he just about manages to shift enough to get his arms properly around Charlie before he can't really remember how his limbs work. "It's nice though, right?"
"I wish I could say. I do not imagine it is very long - I am always asleep before I remember how far I have counted," Mateo admits with a laugh. His own vision is starting to take on a hazy, cloudlike quality, his muscles relaxing into something close to euphoria, and he just about manages to shift enough to get his arms properly around Charlie before he can't really remember how his limbs work. "It's nice though, right?"
