Everest
"Why is that?" Ever wants to know. In his mind, he's perfectly capable of asking Mateo on dates. Or anyone else. Probably. 'Well...yes, but..' Frowning, Ever considers the yellow rose. "I just asked you to the party, didn't I?"
Not wanting to touch the subject of Mateo and his pants any more than he has to, he does his best not to immediately write-off his friend's next suggestion (hard as that is). "That...uhm.." If Ever is flushing, his well-trimmed beard likely hides most of it. "That isn't the one who...had..the cop, and..." There were lots of things about the show that made Ever frown, but certainly the forced fellatio scene had been one. And if that was the one Mateo was thinking of, and if it was a couple's costume, Ever very much didn't like where things were headed.
Not wanting to touch the subject of Mateo and his pants any more than he has to, he does his best not to immediately write-off his friend's next suggestion (hard as that is). "That...uhm.." If Ever is flushing, his well-trimmed beard likely hides most of it. "That isn't the one who...had..the cop, and..." There were lots of things about the show that made Ever frown, but certainly the forced fellatio scene had been one. And if that was the one Mateo was thinking of, and if it was a couple's costume, Ever very much didn't like where things were headed.
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
