#rampxnt: feat. mateo omari

[whskyneat]

JAVI is desperate enough to enlist Mateo’s aid despite knowing full well there would be comments regarding the bit about the age difference. It doesn’t matter — or at least the alcohol that’s currently swimming in his veins tells him it doesn’t. The fact that his ex wife dared to pass along an invite gives cause in Javi delivering a discreet ‘fuck you’ right back. “You wouldn’t need to talk to anyone. I doubt you’d want to anyway. They’re boring and old and frankly, I think I’d rather you not talk to anyone from her side of the family.” Javi presses in closer; pours in another shot for them both. “You’ll make me look like I won and, honestly, that’s all I want. Look at you. Clearly my standards have done something right. Gorgeous.” Down the shot goes. “What would I have to do to convince you?”

Mateo was not a skilled actor, especially not one who thrived in extravagant, extroverted settings—until he heard the words "open bar." A couple of shots later, and he loosens up for the most part. He raised his eyebrows, as if considering it, then turned to Javier and sighed, his shyness influencing his decision. "You know I'm not good at talking to people," he admitted. "I'll just make you look foolish, and I say this because I know you have your standards and all."