Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
Unaware that Everest is buying his on-again-off-again hook up a wine tasting, Mateo skips over puddles and skirts around piles of slush until they're on the street to their apartment. He'll open the shop later (his first orders don't have to be out until midday) and his help isn't coming in until the afternoon, so his day is shaping up to be pretty chilled. Apart from the rowing machine, of course.
"Hm? Oh no, you don't need to do that. The voting is conducted by the website... panel... thing. I don't really know, I was just told it was happening." He grins, unlocking the door and walking up to their apartment. "Oooh, let's go to the Bistro. I bet it's terrible," he hisses, sounding incredibly smug about this and heading upstairs with a spring in his step.
Petunia is there to greet them with a judging eye and an expectant glance at her food bowl, and Mateo is quick to placate her. "Do you want to shower first?"
"Hm? Oh no, you don't need to do that. The voting is conducted by the website... panel... thing. I don't really know, I was just told it was happening." He grins, unlocking the door and walking up to their apartment. "Oooh, let's go to the Bistro. I bet it's terrible," he hisses, sounding incredibly smug about this and heading upstairs with a spring in his step.
Petunia is there to greet them with a judging eye and an expectant glance at her food bowl, and Mateo is quick to placate her. "Do you want to shower first?"
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm