don't threaten me with a good time

Everest

The muscles in the paramedic's lower arm tense, but Ever does manage to keep his hand where it is. Naive to many social niceties though he might be, this he does understand. He even goes so far as to splay his fingers so that Mateo's might fit all the more neatly against his own. "Would you give him up, if you were me?" Ever wonders; hypotheticals aren't lies, and even if they were, this was much easier to bare than the truth just now.

Pouting, properly pouting, the girls look at one another seeming to have a silent conversation between themselves about what to do. Looking almost choreographed, one leans towards Mateo while the other goes for Ever. Wrapping their arms about either man's shoulders, they each whisper a variation of since you clearly like an audience, we'd be happy to watch, as they try and press their breasts forward. The one with Mateo lets her teeth graze his earlobe as the one with Ever tries to flourish her words with her tongue. This unsurprisingly is not easily endured, and the paramedic finds himself half out of his chair in an attempt to push the girl away before he remembers himself and instead grunts an unhappy, 'No thank you.'

even if i had to lose you to know you,
i'd still be that temporary phase that you grow through