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

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	Milo laughed as she mentioned him as the first place drunk, he had put down more than his fair share to be sure, but they had a ton of fun that day, [color=f26522]"And the crowd went wild."[/color] he chuckled out as he recalled the drunken haze they had all awoken to the next day. Milo recalled the fight, and tried to think of the reason he had actually punched the guy, [color=f26522]"Honestly, either I was trying to defend your honor, or, I was really tired of listening to you guys try to tell him to fuck off kindly."[/color] Milo took a bite of his food, the sushi was fresh and was really quite good, he was glad he decided on this place. Milo could still remember the fight was his fault, he had definitely thrown the first punch, but she was right, the three of them won pretty handily against those barflies.[color=f26522] "I don't fight dirty, I just fight not to lose."[/color] Milo chuckled, as much as he liked his sword fighting, he actually disliked fist fighting, and always fought to end it quick and without him being hurt as much as possible.

	Milo poured the last of the sake into his cup and downed it. Milo leaned back into the chair and sighed, [color=f26522]"I miss Delta some days, other days, I wouldn't trade what I have seen and done for anything."[/color] While this wasn't necessarily true, Milo had had too many drinks and not enough blood to know. [color=f26522]"I have seen more of the country than I thought I ever would, met a ton of people, and learned a lot of skills. Leaving everything behind, it was hard, but I don't think I could have grown with out having done so. Trials and tribulations and whatnot."[/color] Milo smiled, his face already showing that he was a bit tipsy. [color=f26522]"I'm sure you have had your share of good times since leaving right?"[/color]

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