Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
With his sister suitably surprised and then surrounded by her adoring fans, Mateo tips her a wink and celebrates by draining his cocktail dry - not to panic, it will be the first of many. Stepping out from the wall of greenery as if he really has been successful in hiding himself there (he has not), he does pass by Enzo on his way to find a new drink, offering his brother a clap on the shoulder. "Do not think I forgot about you either, fratellino," he says, subtly depositing a little parcel of something illict and potent into one of Enzo's pockets. "Buon compleanno. Do not do anything I wouldn't."
That leaves a very short list of wouldn'ts, granted, but then that's the point.
He's successfully gotten hold of a new drink - a Twisted Tide, apparently - when a semi-familiar blonde sidles up beside him, Mateo reaching out to clink his glass with hers, and merrily so. "Howdy," he replies, the word sounding remarkably silly in his accent. "I do not believe we were, no, which seems like a crime now that I am thinking clearly." It won't last, but whatever. "Mateo Taliesin, dream come true, at your service."
That leaves a very short list of wouldn'ts, granted, but then that's the point.
He's successfully gotten hold of a new drink - a Twisted Tide, apparently - when a semi-familiar blonde sidles up beside him, Mateo reaching out to clink his glass with hers, and merrily so. "Howdy," he replies, the word sounding remarkably silly in his accent. "I do not believe we were, no, which seems like a crime now that I am thinking clearly." It won't last, but whatever. "Mateo Taliesin, dream come true, at your service."
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
