location: deseo status: open
he couldn't tell you why he was here. why he'd walked his happy little ass away from the comfort of the perfectly good bar back at the hotel. a whim pushed him out the door, but it was like an eastern wind had blown him like a leaf the rest of the way here. he had a meeting in the morning. he had just left a meeting when he remembered what today was. he was always in some fucking meeting or other and he felt like he actually very rarely met people. if the uber driver looked at him too hard it was because he might've looked like he was arguing with himself silently in the rearview.
most of the people that could've recognized him outright were at hell's gate anyways, but still, a few folks made it a point to fully shift their bodies away from the sight of him. shit-stains probably didn't follow a single club rule, but a gathering such as this was to a diablo like christmas was to a catholic. it's this day. you gotta be a good boy, dontcha?
“uh, hey, doll.” milo gave a nod as the barkeep approached him, fighting the urge to grimace. his accent came back with a vengeance when he was around this many natives, and the old jeans he stuffed himself into didn't help with the nostalgia. his shoulders were tense. lord, he had to relax. “whiskey, neat.”
the uncomfortable stools. the cheap fluorescents. the smell. he didn't feel entirely in his body. milo was floating above it like he had dropped acid. his head whipped around when he heard commotion, but saw it was only some locals greeting old friends. fuck, maybe not like he was high. he seemed like was running from something.
