Everest
"You look...you look...!" She can't seem to find the words she wants, so instead Cara just gapes up at Everest with slack-jaw amazement. To be fair, Mateo has done an excellent job of accentuating his eyes and using colours that make his blue gaze absolutely pop. Not to mention the sculpting of his jawline and cheekbones. Watching Mateo's hands tuck something into Ever's pants with a hungry interest, Cara looks for a moment as if she's going to snag the napkin, before the drink pressed into her hand distracts her.
"Thank you." Ever says with a nod in his friend's direction, as if Mateo is doing him a favour. Deciding not to bother asking what they're drinking, he neatly knocks his shot back as well and finds that it's actually rather good. Blood orange fills the back of his throat and despite his best efforts, he finds his shoulders relaxing somewhat.
"That would be gre—" Ever starts to say, before Cara interrupts. "Or we could dance? Downstairs?"
"Thank you." Ever says with a nod in his friend's direction, as if Mateo is doing him a favour. Deciding not to bother asking what they're drinking, he neatly knocks his shot back as well and finds that it's actually rather good. Blood orange fills the back of his throat and despite his best efforts, he finds his shoulders relaxing somewhat.
"That would be gre—" Ever starts to say, before Cara interrupts. "Or we could dance? Downstairs?"
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
