[h1][center]Milo Ventri[/center][/h1]

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     Milo waited patiently, though to be fair as of late he had very little patience for the incessant clucking of the West Coast elites that sol seemed to have, had it not been for the direct invitation from Sio, he would have never even come. Things however, never play the way that Milo wishes, and a flashy group of overly entitled looking children come in one of whom heads straight for Vika, there display was a tad overly dramatic though Milo could tell part of it was likely her balance, and he was now struck with a desire to assist her as well as to walk away, all because of this rumor abound that they were talking of a pregnancy. Milo masked his anger, when he believed she just didnt want to be with him it was one thing, but to already be having another mans child. How long had the two been together? Had she even waited until they had actually split before she slept with him? 

     Milo turned to Sio as she told him about heading outside, Milo nodded, "Yeah, a smoke break sounds good right about now." The not so subtle seething could be heard under his breath, the idea of having been not just abandoned, but used didnt sit well with him. As he followed Sio out with Paige he reached in his vest to the inside breast pocket and retrieved a small humidor, that held three fine cigarillos and a lighter, he had just managed to light it before Maria approached Sio, and of all things attempted to subtly accuse them of being a main component of the spread.

     Milo drew on the small cigar and chuckled, "If only we could be so lucky." Milo let the fragrant plume go and shook his head, "Though I would be talking with Hacksyl Rose in there to keep his trap shut about personal matters, and less time pretending that the normies out here are of much consequence." Milo held his brazen stare at the older woman, she may be rich and powerful, but Milo couldn't care less.

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