Mateo
Whilst Everest arranges their table to his satisfaction, Mateo concentrates on unwinding his scarf and shrugging out of his coat to get comfortable, before swiping a dollop of whipped cream from his cocktail and sucking it off. (And if it's suggestive, it's absolutely unintentional). Either way, his eyes are on the stage as the dancers continue to set up - one of them winks in their direction, and he's cute in Mateo's opinion - the florist only turning back to his friend as he almost chokes on his drink.
"Something with cranberries?" he guesses, since that's what Ever has ordered. Leaning in, he gives the other man's cocktail an experimental sniff, before grinning. "A potent something with cranberries," he corrects. "Do you want to trade? Oh, and do you think you could start by tattooing my ass? I feel like that's gotta be a good practice space right?"
"Something with cranberries?" he guesses, since that's what Ever has ordered. Leaning in, he gives the other man's cocktail an experimental sniff, before grinning. "A potent something with cranberries," he corrects. "Do you want to trade? Oh, and do you think you could start by tattooing my ass? I feel like that's gotta be a good practice space right?"
I'm a scholar and a gentleman
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
