[hr][h1][b][i][color=00a99d][center] Milo Thatch[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][@Hero]

	Milo grabbed onto his drink once more and absent mindedly sucked in the air that was in his drink as Ray spoke about his job with the NYPD. He was a bit unsure on the whole matter, as he did see the corruption and darkness that lurked within the states departments, and was a bit curious as to Rays views on the matter as well as where he himself stood morally on that line. Regardless of all his current reservations as well as his misgivings on the concept of true love, Milo’s heart sank for a brief moment when he heard the word ‘Married’. It was as if his entire background blacked out with a flatline being the only visible thing until you heard the sound of glass shattering around him to symbolize his hopes being crushed. [i]Luckily[/i] Ray was married to his job and no one else at the moment, allowing light and sound to once again fill Milo’s world as their conversation continued.

	Milo leaned in closer to see the image displayed on Ray’s phone, his grey cotton shirt pressing against Ray’s bicep, feeling the muscle and tone bulge against the fabric of his shirt in contrast to his more slender arm with minimal tone. His heart skipped a beat and he could feel his cheeks threatening to flush with blood and give him a rosie complexion. His attention quickly focused back on the image, a beautiful dog lay there sleeping on display, with so much fur you could drowned in it. [color=00a99d]”He’s, soooooo, cuuuuuuuuute. I could just get lost in that fur all day.”[/color] Milo spoke with a wide smile catching the story of how Ray obtained the pet, reminding him once more about his occupation, at least it was a ‘real career’ as some people said. He straightened himself back up, moving about a foot away from Ray as he clinked his empty glass with him before placing it down on the counter and ordered a Whiskey Neat, just to seem sophisticated as well as seeing what all the hubbub was about.