We were supposed to be just friends
Depending on what kind of mood and situation-ship I'm in
Depending on what kind of mood and situation-ship I'm in
Paige only allows herself to pout a moment longer as Mateo gives her all the reassurance she needs, soaking in his attention, "You're right. I absolutely could, but pretty hard to compete with three demigods. One of which having fucked almost everyone in this room." She gives him an apologetic look, knowing that two of those demigods are his parents, even if they've kept to themselves relatively recently.
The attuned would be incredibly inclined to agree with the botanist. It's partially why she wants him to try it, believing there is room for some improvement and knowing if anyone could figure out where that improvement lies, it was him. "Exactly what I'm going for. A lighter alternative for those who don't want to dabble in the harder stuff." A more lucrative party drug if you will. "Tell me what you think, yeah? Want to start moving this and I can't do that without your approval." Because when it came down to it, Paige would always run things by him in the end.
Smirking at his agreement, she produces a little spoon necklace from the inside of her blouse, scooping a little into his shot and giving it a stir with her finger as it dissolves, turning it into a shimmery concoction. Doing the same to her own, Paige stows the canister and clinks her glass against his before downing it in one go.
The attuned would be incredibly inclined to agree with the botanist. It's partially why she wants him to try it, believing there is room for some improvement and knowing if anyone could figure out where that improvement lies, it was him. "Exactly what I'm going for. A lighter alternative for those who don't want to dabble in the harder stuff." A more lucrative party drug if you will. "Tell me what you think, yeah? Want to start moving this and I can't do that without your approval." Because when it came down to it, Paige would always run things by him in the end.
Smirking at his agreement, she produces a little spoon necklace from the inside of her blouse, scooping a little into his shot and giving it a stir with her finger as it dissolves, turning it into a shimmery concoction. Doing the same to her own, Paige stows the canister and clinks her glass against his before downing it in one go.
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