Mateo
champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
Having been thoroughly enjoying himself eavesdropping and drinking, as Kai and Flora enter the dining room - and no one is even covered in blood - Mateo greets them with a broad and dimpled grin. He’s set the table (you’re welcome, Remi) and lit an over-abundance of candles, but if anyone asks about it he’ll blame it entirely on the spirits of the house.
”If the challenge is what I think I just heard, I am already convinced I win,” he boasts. ”I am practiced at catching things a lot larger than gummy worms in my mouth.” Bouncing his eyebrows and offering Flora the her mai tai he’s half finished, he relaxes back in his seat and grins broadly at Kai. ”Do your worst.”
”If the challenge is what I think I just heard, I am already convinced I win,” he boasts. ”I am practiced at catching things a lot larger than gummy worms in my mouth.” Bouncing his eyebrows and offering Flora the her mai tai he’s half finished, he relaxes back in his seat and grins broadly at Kai. ”Do your worst.”
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
