Mateo
Unaware of the ongoing discussions in his home region regarding his potential death, or the plans to strong-arm his best friend into taking a dunk in some healing hot springs, Mateo has done as he'd promised, and he's come to Torchline for an extended visit. One that has allowed him to set up base at his sister's house (it smells like sex and cinammon rolls in there and he's both impressed but also pointedly not asking) and raid her wardrobe for his own clothes. But you know what they say - you can take the boy out of the sex, drugs and booze, but you can't take the... the... yeah.
He's been at The Hanged Man since early afternoon, though given the perpetual state of twilight that shrouds the place, he's got no idea what time it is now. What he does know is that he's been careful to check the health of all of the plants - dangerous or otherwise - that he's installed there, and he's about five cocktails and two bumps of snapdragon into proceedings. It's making for an altogether great time, honestly; leaning against the bar in something that looks like it was an actual fishing net once upon a time and a pair of pale, faded denim jeans with enough holes in them that it no longer looks all that intentional, he aims a cheers to one of the waiters and smoothly knocks his shot back.
Let the night be long and chaotic.
He's been at The Hanged Man since early afternoon, though given the perpetual state of twilight that shrouds the place, he's got no idea what time it is now. What he does know is that he's been careful to check the health of all of the plants - dangerous or otherwise - that he's installed there, and he's about five cocktails and two bumps of snapdragon into proceedings. It's making for an altogether great time, honestly; leaning against the bar in something that looks like it was an actual fishing net once upon a time and a pair of pale, faded denim jeans with enough holes in them that it no longer looks all that intentional, he aims a cheers to one of the waiters and smoothly knocks his shot back.
Let the night be long and chaotic.
I'm a scholar and a gentleman
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
