Mateo
champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"Mm, it is good. Always nice to realise these things before you are in a vulnerable situation." Or more of a vulnerable situation, rather, with a man or woman who was turned on and didn't appreciate you suddenly disliking being drowned. As the other man leaves to get more water, Mateo busies himself wiping his face clean with his discarded shirt, and he's just about on his feet when the glass is offered back out.
Taking it this time in his hands and slurping at it (did water always taste this good?), Mateo's furrowed brows convey how unhappy he is that Everest is leaving so soon, though the week off coming up does sweeten the deal. Setting down the empty glass when he's done and moving to flop into a rocking chair covered by a patchwork quilt, he waves an imperious hand at the mention of the shop. "Business is great," he says casually; when your parents were who they were, it's not like you had to try very hard.
"How's flying?"
Taking it this time in his hands and slurping at it (did water always taste this good?), Mateo's furrowed brows convey how unhappy he is that Everest is leaving so soon, though the week off coming up does sweeten the deal. Setting down the empty glass when he's done and moving to flop into a rocking chair covered by a patchwork quilt, he waves an imperious hand at the mention of the shop. "Business is great," he says casually; when your parents were who they were, it's not like you had to try very hard.
"How's flying?"
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
