Status || Closed for @angel-deleon Location || Ballroom
Mateo had to admit as he looked around that the bosses had once again outdone themselves. He still felt a bit apprehensive being here, working without making a single dollar, but he knew the alternative was much worse for him. He could handle being at the beck and call of all those who requested him, not to mention fixing what ailed whoever stumbled into his wing of the haus, but still he missed being back home - especially during this time of year. To silence his thoughts of home he found himself accepting the first champagne flute that came his way, an unwavering smile as he thanked the man who was working that evening before he took a sip. Look at him, rubbing elbows with the elite of the world, his father would be so proud of him - that fucking schmuck. He figured he'd have a decent chance of getting through the night moving about on the outskirts of it all, but there seemed to be many who had the same idea as space was quite tight. He still maneuvered the best he could, apologizing when he rubbed against someone, an appreciative hand on their shoulder to tell them he'd meant nothing by the grope. That was until he'd just about been near the back exit, feeling he already needed some damn air, when he felt himself pushed - someone else needing to get through the crowd in much more of a hurry than him - right into another person. "Sorry Chief, I didn't mean to, some people must've left their manners back in their rooms-" maybe that's where he was going to in such a hurry. Perhaps looking up would have been better for him, then he would have seen just who he had ran into, but he was still smoothing out his suit to look presentable.
