Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"Everest," Mateo all but sings in return, only seeing his friend once the wagon has appropriately turned the corner. Of course he lifts his skirts for the other man too, flashing him some polka dot underwear and odd, knee high socks. Wiggling his legs to get down, he almost trips over himself, just about catching his balance before he falls into Ever completely. "Tu bella cosa," he trills, straightening up enough to clap him on the shoulder with a cold hand.
"I did not know we were meeting today! I thought it was tomorrow," he continues, taking another long pull from his wine bottle and raking a hand through his messy curls. The bottle is empty, alas, and he ends up staring at it curiously before sighing and setting it down at his feet. "Let us do lunch, then," he announces, linking his arm through Ever's and gesturing for him to lead the way.
"I did not know we were meeting today! I thought it was tomorrow," he continues, taking another long pull from his wine bottle and raking a hand through his messy curls. The bottle is empty, alas, and he ends up staring at it curiously before sighing and setting it down at his feet. "Let us do lunch, then," he announces, linking his arm through Ever's and gesturing for him to lead the way.
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
