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Weed? Teo was feeling rather foolish at her laughter, but when she mentioned what it was called, something rang a bell. Wasn't that some sort of nickname for a plant of some kind? Kind of like tobacco, but not quite the same. It certainly tasted different. Boy mumbled a rather stupid sounding oh. before moving to adjust his shirt a bit, suddenly feeling shy again. He watched her put the joint out before reaching over and grabbing a bottle of what was most assuredly wine. Ah, something more familiar.
When she offered him a swig of it, he shook his head politely. I don't drink. He mumured before moving to sit nearby, tucking his feet over eachother in an indian sit. She asked him about the drugs, and he shook his head. I've smoked cigars and I've tried tobacco before, but I've never done drugs. He paused a moment before looking over at her again, bright eyes showing no signs of a buzz yet. I'm Matteo, by the way.
His name had gotten around the pack by now, it seemed. Matteo Trovato, the mysterious albino brother to the drunk whore Giuseppe Trovato. He'd kept to himself to avoid such rumors, but the more he bothered leaving the room, the more he'd discovered people giving him strange looks and uneasy stares, as if he were something of political interest. Hopefully this woman hadn't heard the rumors... that would've been bad.