don't threaten me with a good time

Everest

"Mmmm." The musician hums in emphatic agreement. His vision swims and grows hazy as Mateo leans down, his curls looking very much like seaweed caught in a slow wave beneath the water. If he weren't holding the mask steady he might have reached out to brush his fingers through them, wondering if they would come away smelling like salt.

Too relaxed to blush, Remi just snorts and raises a complacent eyebrow. "Alla prossima volta, eh?" He agrees, rubbing at his nose before turning back to the mirror to tidy himself up before going back to find Isla.

Meanwhile, Everest is standing with about as good a posture as is possible, trying to keep himself as far away from Cara's continued nudged of his arm and side as was possible without actually stepping away from her. 'Oh! Look, there he is.' Ever sighs with relief seeing Mateo float out of the bathroom. At this point he hardly cares if it was sex or drugs that were done or had in the bathroom, just so long as he's back. "Car is almost here." He advises waggling his phone.

'Oh, this is going to be so fun!' Cara beams, wrapping one of her arms through Ever's and practically vibrating with excitement.

I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.