Mateo
champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
I mean is the sort of response that Mateo is absolutely used to hearing from friends and acquaintances when they're getting into a (perhaps a touch unreasonable) discussion about someone's misgivings, and he nods sagely before taking another long drink from his cocktail shaker. "So do you think he was just trying to tease you or something?" he asks, scowling and glaring towards the darkness outside as if the good captain is a hair's breadth away from his bad books.
"Because do not get me wrong, sorellina, men can be idiots. But we do not always know that we are idiots until it is too late. Especially if we have perhaps been having a week-long party where the sun does not rise..." Trying to give Jack the benefit of the doubt if only because he knows how Flora feels about him, the botanist rises to his feet to attend to the shrieking kettle.
"Granted," he adds, "I would have said that a wedding dress was more for you to design and choose. I would expect him to come up with a ring instead."
"Because do not get me wrong, sorellina, men can be idiots. But we do not always know that we are idiots until it is too late. Especially if we have perhaps been having a week-long party where the sun does not rise..." Trying to give Jack the benefit of the doubt if only because he knows how Flora feels about him, the botanist rises to his feet to attend to the shrieking kettle.
"Granted," he adds, "I would have said that a wedding dress was more for you to design and choose. I would expect him to come up with a ring instead."
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
