Mateo
"Oh, you know... like this big?" Mateo is absently drawing a circle on the table with his finger, though his eyes aren't on it and he's no idea how big an ass tattoo he's just volunteered himself for. The Manhattans appear promptly and the florist goes bobbing for cherries (read: drinking the cocktails too quickly so he can get to them), until of course he gets to Ever's drink. Then he's using the little plastic sword toothpick thing to try and skewer them.
All the while, the topless beauty has a bullwhip, and Mateo won't stand up because it'll be apparent that he's drawn his own sword in the meantime too. "I think that's the point," he mumbles about it not being safe, and it's with a mixture of delight and horror that he watches her crack the whip at her male counterpart. The sound feels like it ripples right through him, though, and around them cheers erupt from some of the other tables.
All the while, the topless beauty has a bullwhip, and Mateo won't stand up because it'll be apparent that he's drawn his own sword in the meantime too. "I think that's the point," he mumbles about it not being safe, and it's with a mixture of delight and horror that he watches her crack the whip at her male counterpart. The sound feels like it ripples right through him, though, and around them cheers erupt from some of the other tables.
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
