Mateo
"Oh it did, do not get me wrong," Mateo assures Vesper with a cheerful smile over his shoulder. "But there is just something about walking about a place you know, where everybody knows you, that scratches a particular itch, would you not say?" Maybe not, depending on how long the other man has been in any one place, but for Mateo? Stormbreak has been home long before anywhere else had made its mark, and despite her problems and his promises to Flora to keep in touch, her streets are still where he finds himself most comfortable.
Slouching comfortably in the booth opposite Vesper, Mateo can't help the musical laugh that spills from his lips at his willingness to follow him into whatever trouble the botanist might get them into. (Including and not limited to getting in his pants, for that matter). "I will hold you to that," he purrs. "This is my first night back in The Silk Houses in a long time, so I apologise in advance for whatever happens regardless."
The barmaid appears at their table a moment later, her dark hair braided over her shoulder and with two identical drinks to set down before them. A glance at them - and a sniff, for those initiated in cocktail making - and they are obviously negronis, but as the barmaid leans in to greet Mateo with a kiss to the cheek, something else passes between them, some small paper parcel slipped between the botanist's fingers.
Trilling something in the travelling tongue and assuring her that he will be in town for a few days yet, Mateo waves her off before grinning and gesturing between them to Vesper. "Shall we?"
Slouching comfortably in the booth opposite Vesper, Mateo can't help the musical laugh that spills from his lips at his willingness to follow him into whatever trouble the botanist might get them into. (Including and not limited to getting in his pants, for that matter). "I will hold you to that," he purrs. "This is my first night back in The Silk Houses in a long time, so I apologise in advance for whatever happens regardless."
The barmaid appears at their table a moment later, her dark hair braided over her shoulder and with two identical drinks to set down before them. A glance at them - and a sniff, for those initiated in cocktail making - and they are obviously negronis, but as the barmaid leans in to greet Mateo with a kiss to the cheek, something else passes between them, some small paper parcel slipped between the botanist's fingers.
Trilling something in the travelling tongue and assuring her that he will be in town for a few days yet, Mateo waves her off before grinning and gesturing between them to Vesper. "Shall we?"
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