Now we one, two, three, four, five shots deep

Mateo

Groaning as a round of waters is produced despite his protests, Mateo bypasses them entirely to reach for another shot because he ain't no bitch. Shooting it back in time to hear the words body shots and his own name, it's with a dimpled grin that he spins back and offers a roguish little bow to the group at large. "I second that," he trills, already twisting and reaching for the clasps and ties of his obnoxiously jingly coin shirt, until he can tug it off his body and let it clink heavily down onto the bar next to the Marin flight of shot glasses.

"Bartender - tequila, if you would be so kind." Winking to Vesper and reaching over the bar to snag a salt shaker and a few lime wedges, he places one between his lips and shakes a line of salt down his chest, waiting expectantly for someone to take said shot - and waggling his eyebrows at Calypso to tell her she'd better get a move on if she wants to keep up.

if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!