the only enemy you can't live without

Mateo

champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between

Also interested in what the Hart's best might be - Mateo tends to order things that are either personalised to a fault or sugar rimmed and strong - the botanist stirs his own drink with another cherry before plopping it into his mouth. "Mouth-wateringly so," he agreed readily of Flora's beau, bouncing his eyebrows at her affectionately. "A good catch, and he has never appeared in my little black book, so you are doing very well for yourself, bella."

Raising his eyebrows to hear that she is here to see him, Mateo leans in to smooch a kiss against her cheek. "You have nothing to apologise about, given that you were actually dead for a time." Even if it had only been a matter of hours, it still counted - and it had been much longer for him besides. Straightening back up and accepting the casual touch and affection as easily as others might accept a pat on the shoulder, he nods towards the bartender where Flora's cocktail is incoming.

"No harm done. Seeing you at the festival was a good surprise - and now I do not have to cart that hideous lantern to it every year. I had to make it in a bit of a rush," he says. "Anyway, what can I do for you?"

I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm