[center][h1][color=f26522]Milo Ventri[/color][/h1][/center]

[center][color=6ecff6]"welcome. I promise the atmosphere was alot better a few minutes ago."[/color][/center]

Milo looked over to the voice calling out in his direction, a small, pale, stick of a girl, waving at him from the bar. Milo looked back at the stage a moment to see a person throwing a drink at the men on stage, what a waste of a drink, Milo made his way to the bar where the girl was seated, he looked to the bartender and and held up a finger. 

[color=f26522]"Let me get something tall an' dark, not to picky."[/color]

When the dark glass of beer arrived he took a sip and looked to the girl that had welcomed him.

[color=f26522]"I'm not a huge fan of stand up comedy, but the Sinatra they had up there gave me some hope for the evening, hopefully tweedle dee and tweedle dum won't delay this much longer.[/color]

Milo gave a small smile now imagining the fat man on stage dressed up in oddly less flamboyant clothing as a bad tweedle dee cosplay. He held out his hand, large and rough from his years in the forge and in the rings.

[color=f26522]"Names Milo by the way, Milo Ventri. I just moved in down by the waterfront.[/color]

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