Mateo
who are these people?
I just woke up in my underwear
I just woke up in my underwear
Mateo is already opening his mouth as if to object when Everest, naturally, bats away his technicalities with ease. Huffing and rolling his eyes hard enough that he's at risk of smudging his eyeshadow, he sweeps out of the apartment after him. The streets are alight with festivities; grinning pumpkins, orange and black streamers and fake cobwebs seem to fill every street corner, and the clubs are already packed.
But they drive away from all of that (booo, says Mateo, booooo), and soon he's hussling out of the door of the Uber and slipping his mask over his face as well. "You look positively unlike yourself," he informs him. "Very devilish. Let's go!" He takes Ever's arm, because of course the Frontman ought to be the one leading, and also he has no idea where he's going. "Is your boss going to be here? The one who hates me?"
But they drive away from all of that (booo, says Mateo, booooo), and soon he's hussling out of the door of the Uber and slipping his mask over his face as well. "You look positively unlike yourself," he informs him. "Very devilish. Let's go!" He takes Ever's arm, because of course the Frontman ought to be the one leading, and also he has no idea where he's going. "Is your boss going to be here? The one who hates me?"
no liquor left on the shelf
I should probably introduce myself
I should probably introduce myself
