Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
"I never kiss and tell," Mateo purrs back to Vesper with a salacious bounce of his eyebrows, and he collects up one of the drinks that's been premade and set on the bar to go and get himself a seat. It's a lie, of course - he does kiss and tell, just like he can't keep a secret to save his fucking life, but he doubts Vesper cares much about that. Even less, in fact, if he does decide to find the botanist in the cupboard later.
Trilling a note of gratitude and splendour for Nova's compliment - and gushing about her own outfit in return, of course - by the time Mateo has gotten himself settled, a smoky voice draws his attention and, as he turns his head, it's to spot Hawthorn leaning against the bar nearby. "Fancy seeing you here," he says with a broad smile, scooting his bar stool closer so he might speak properly with the other man. "How do you know the birthday girls and boy?"
Trilling a note of gratitude and splendour for Nova's compliment - and gushing about her own outfit in return, of course - by the time Mateo has gotten himself settled, a smoky voice draws his attention and, as he turns his head, it's to spot Hawthorn leaning against the bar nearby. "Fancy seeing you here," he says with a broad smile, scooting his bar stool closer so he might speak properly with the other man. "How do you know the birthday girls and boy?"
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
