Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
Hopefully there's a photo, when they look back on all of this, of Mateo smiling into the camera with an I told you so look in his eyes, as if this whole thing could have been avoided if the photographer had just kept his mouth shut. Regardless, the florist has settled down to enjoy their night, finishing his glass of wine and reaching out to refill both - a 50 year old vintage goes down very well indeed on an empty stomach, apparently - when they're interrupted.
This isn't a club and so Mateo is momentarily bamboozled by the sight of the two drug-addled beauties, but gods if they aren't painfully attractive to every part of him that graves the oblivion-blank sweetness of a good hit. And he's been very good since the new year, and he's even been to the gym, and--
Drawing a shuddering breath and digging his nails into his palms, he reaches out (sorry Ever) to lay his hand over the other man's. "Bellissima as you both are," he says, thickening his accent around his regret, "I am as gay-gay as it gets. And we are having a moment."
This isn't a club and so Mateo is momentarily bamboozled by the sight of the two drug-addled beauties, but gods if they aren't painfully attractive to every part of him that graves the oblivion-blank sweetness of a good hit. And he's been very good since the new year, and he's even been to the gym, and--
Drawing a shuddering breath and digging his nails into his palms, he reaches out (sorry Ever) to lay his hand over the other man's. "Bellissima as you both are," he says, thickening his accent around his regret, "I am as gay-gay as it gets. And we are having a moment."
I was the king of this hologram
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
