Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
"You always do, I find," Mateo trills in response, offering a dimpled smile to Vesper as he leaves him with the lingering scent of citrus and smoke. More interested in watching the barman than the drink he's preparing, there's still no question that whatever experience the demigod has gained by sidling behind Flora's bar, it's done wonders for his cocktail making skills. Only the brush of something against Mateo's leg tears his eyes away, and he arches an eyebrow at a fuzzy wine spider clinging to his calf.
"I do not know that you'll find much of a home down there," he tells it, leaning down to scoop it away and towards one of the dark corners of the tavern where it can lurk in peace. As he straightens back up it's to see the Midnight Drift planted in front of him, his eyebrows raising with approval. "That so?" he purrs of the drink's description. "Sounds like somebody I know, actually."
Grinning and leaning in to try the cocktail, it's with a hum of obvious approval that he follows Vesper's gaze around The Hanged Man, taking in the sparkling light cast by the chandeliers, the spray of constellations on the table runners, the way everything is the same and yet very subtly different. "Mm, that is sisters for you," he says with a smirk, raising his glass in a cheers. "Is it just you tonight, then? Shame, if so. I was hoping to find someone to wreck my night."
"I do not know that you'll find much of a home down there," he tells it, leaning down to scoop it away and towards one of the dark corners of the tavern where it can lurk in peace. As he straightens back up it's to see the Midnight Drift planted in front of him, his eyebrows raising with approval. "That so?" he purrs of the drink's description. "Sounds like somebody I know, actually."
Grinning and leaning in to try the cocktail, it's with a hum of obvious approval that he follows Vesper's gaze around The Hanged Man, taking in the sparkling light cast by the chandeliers, the spray of constellations on the table runners, the way everything is the same and yet very subtly different. "Mm, that is sisters for you," he says with a smirk, raising his glass in a cheers. "Is it just you tonight, then? Shame, if so. I was hoping to find someone to wreck my night."
I was the king of this hologram
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
