Everest
Given his profession, this sass is absolutely not appreciated, and out of spite, Ever is going to ensure Mateo drinks the remainder of his water before he can have any more alcohol. So there. "Hooray for being alive." He agrees stiffly as Mateo adjusts his makeup, taking the opportunity to assess his friend's pupils and deciding that he's still more or less alright.
'Mmm, taste the rainbow!' The brunette agrees emphatically as she whirls into Mateo's arms and presses her mouth against his. Inhaling, Ever reaches out for the water and his notebook, moving them out of the way of the brunette's long hair (Laura Croft, he thinks, but her costume is only half a tanktop and a braid, so she could be anything). One of her hands greedily moves between Mateo's legs as the other plunges into his curls.
Ever folds his hands politely in his lap, and squints out toward the dance floor.
'Mmm, taste the rainbow!' The brunette agrees emphatically as she whirls into Mateo's arms and presses her mouth against his. Inhaling, Ever reaches out for the water and his notebook, moving them out of the way of the brunette's long hair (Laura Croft, he thinks, but her costume is only half a tanktop and a braid, so she could be anything). One of her hands greedily moves between Mateo's legs as the other plunges into his curls.
Ever folds his hands politely in his lap, and squints out toward the dance floor.
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
