champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
”I thought that would be your answer,” Mateo says, turning as he hears Ever’s door open and shut and his friend’s quiet voice reach him. With an easy, dimpled smile despite the obvious discomfort the aviator feels at being outside, he steps up beside Ever as he has always done, turning to look at the street ahead and shielding his eyes from the morning light.
”We will do a closed circuit around the plaza, and then exit that way,” he says, pointing, ”towards the Celestine. I thought we could run through the main strip and back again.” Listing the enclosures he knows are on said strip, he advises that they’ll turn back at the one that had the black dragon in it last time and take the same route back.
”How does that sound?” he asks. ”And like I said, if it is easier for you to be in shift, you just let me know, okay?”
”We will do a closed circuit around the plaza, and then exit that way,” he says, pointing, ”towards the Celestine. I thought we could run through the main strip and back again.” Listing the enclosures he knows are on said strip, he advises that they’ll turn back at the one that had the black dragon in it last time and take the same route back.
”How does that sound?” he asks. ”And like I said, if it is easier for you to be in shift, you just let me know, okay?”
