Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"If you put the bottle into a little bag, she will be able to keep it behind the bar," Mateo says, more than practiced at this sort of thing. "We can just take it with us - I'm sure she will love it." Smiling and pit-pattering away out of the puddle where he can stand properly, he's nonetheless warmed by his friend's compliments. "I do," he agrees. "And if I win this, I'll have a little icon to put on the website."
Slurping at his smoothie again and giving a bob of his head to suggest that they keep walking, Mateo smiles up at the snow-clogged sky. "I'll still be up," he says, knowing this to be true already. "We can celebrate. Do you want to go out anywhere, or shall we stay in?" They absolutely sound like a married couple, and the florist doesn't even care.
Slurping at his smoothie again and giving a bob of his head to suggest that they keep walking, Mateo smiles up at the snow-clogged sky. "I'll still be up," he says, knowing this to be true already. "We can celebrate. Do you want to go out anywhere, or shall we stay in?" They absolutely sound like a married couple, and the florist doesn't even care.
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
