Everest
As Mateo looks upside down at a spleen with flowers wrapped around it not unlike a butcher might do with string, Ever frowns slightly but doesn't comment.
"I think it was the who in the Vin Room." Ever supplies helpfully (?). "The one with the colourful pants and the—" He gestures to his face, indicating a wild untamed beard and eyebrows. What the drug dealer's name was, the paramedic didn't know.
"I thought you said carnations were for the uninspired and boring." Mateo had also said something about how carnations were the flower-equivalent of someone ordering a LonDon FoG and thinking that made them seem interesting. Pausing, Ever has to consider his answer to Mateo's question. Tonight was a relative term of course, but in the context of what Mateo was asking, the answer was probably yes. "Yes."
"I think it was the who in the Vin Room." Ever supplies helpfully (?). "The one with the colourful pants and the—" He gestures to his face, indicating a wild untamed beard and eyebrows. What the drug dealer's name was, the paramedic didn't know.
"I thought you said carnations were for the uninspired and boring." Mateo had also said something about how carnations were the flower-equivalent of someone ordering a LonDon FoG and thinking that made them seem interesting. Pausing, Ever has to consider his answer to Mateo's question. Tonight was a relative term of course, but in the context of what Mateo was asking, the answer was probably yes. "Yes."
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
