Everest
Ever isn't so sure that devilish is the look that he's going for, but not looking like himself? That he can work with. Also unsure about whether or not he does want to propagate the rumour that he and Mateo are dating, Ever nevertheless adjusts his arm in Mateo's grip and leads him inside. The party is held in the Hart room, so named after Ever's mother, the late October Hart. "Yes, somewhere he will be. He mentioned something about putting together one of those dunk-tanks for charity." Would ruining his makeup serve as a suitable excuse for not partaking? God, Ever hoped so.
"Ooohohh, don't you boys look nice." Quips a predictably slutty kitty-cat costumed blonde. "Maria." Ever says politely, recognizing her even if she couldn't recognize him. "Everest? Jesus is that you?" This is probably some sort of insult, but the paramedic just nods stiffly from beneath his mask. "Maria, this is my roommate Mateo. Mateo, Maria is one of our anesthesiologists."
"Ooohohh, don't you boys look nice." Quips a predictably slutty kitty-cat costumed blonde. "Maria." Ever says politely, recognizing her even if she couldn't recognize him. "Everest? Jesus is that you?" This is probably some sort of insult, but the paramedic just nods stiffly from beneath his mask. "Maria, this is my roommate Mateo. Mateo, Maria is one of our anesthesiologists."
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
