Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
Sending the bunny on her way with his warmest regards and a purr of something in Italian, Mateo almost steps back into Everest as he finds his friend looming in that way that he does. "Two miles isn't so difficult!" He grins, despite that he's actually managed perhaps 0.3 miles in his time on the treadmill. "A rowing machine? Oh, could we get one of those duck peddle boats and sail around Central Park on your next weekend off?"
All of this is to say that yes, he will go on the rowing machine, Mateo sitting himself down next to one intense blonde and paying close attention to her how the machine works as he sits his feet in the stirrups. "So we just... start rowing?" he asks, ending up sliding back and forth without actually pulling the handles of the machine, because Ever, this seems like a lot of work.
"This seems a lot like a weird one night stand I had once."
All of this is to say that yes, he will go on the rowing machine, Mateo sitting himself down next to one intense blonde and paying close attention to her how the machine works as he sits his feet in the stirrups. "So we just... start rowing?" he asks, ending up sliding back and forth without actually pulling the handles of the machine, because Ever, this seems like a lot of work.
"This seems a lot like a weird one night stand I had once."
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
