Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
It takes a lot to rile Mateo Taliesin - like, a lot. Even Everest can likely count on a single hand the times where the florist has properly lost his temper, but he's about to add another finger to that list. As the girls operate a divide and conquer approach, thrusting breasts and nibbling earlobes, Mateo's hand forms a fist which slams down on the table before them. It's only once, and it isn't even especially loud, but it's enough to get the attention of every server in the vicinity and to wobble the wine in their glasses.
"I wasn't aware that consent was optional in New York," he snaps, high points of colour in his cheeks that (mostly) have nothing to do with arousal. "This is a restaurant and we are at a table for two, if I'm not mistaken. If you want the table, by all means have it. You can have the bill attached, too."
"I wasn't aware that consent was optional in New York," he snaps, high points of colour in his cheeks that (mostly) have nothing to do with arousal. "This is a restaurant and we are at a table for two, if I'm not mistaken. If you want the table, by all means have it. You can have the bill attached, too."
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
