Everest
The slam doesn't have the immediate effect, if only because the girls' senses have been encased in a warm sphere of euphoric sludge. When it does register, they straighten and both turn twin pairs of startled eyes towards the florist. Whether they simply aren't used to being turned down, or if the drugs in their system have made them wildly off in their calculations is irrelevant. Straightening, they clutch at one another, swallowing awkwardly and trying to laugh off the strange looks that they're now receiving from the entirety of the restaurant. 'No, sorry.' One mewls, turning her eyes toward the table as her cheeks turn bright red. The other, undaunted, just runs her tongue over her teeth. "We were just trying to say congratulations, jesus. You don't have to be such assholes about it. Enjoy aids, fuckers."
Reaching for Mateo's hand—the one he'd slammed onto the table—Ever tries to part his friend's fingers as they had been only moments ago. Now finding himself in a care-taking role has soothed the paramedic such that he could compartmentalize properly again. "Don't." He whispers, squeezing Mateo's hand. "Please don't. Have some more wine."
Reaching for Mateo's hand—the one he'd slammed onto the table—Ever tries to part his friend's fingers as they had been only moments ago. Now finding himself in a care-taking role has soothed the paramedic such that he could compartmentalize properly again. "Don't." He whispers, squeezing Mateo's hand. "Please don't. Have some more wine."
even if i had to lose you to know you,
i'd still be that temporary phase that you grow through
i'd still be that temporary phase that you grow through
