Set December of 2043
First time visiting New Zealand, the boy formerly known as Maxim Lukashenko, who changed it once his family disowned him for being magical, to now Milo Love. The initials were the same, since his autograph never changed, since he only signed with his initials. Milo was now a fashion designer, as well as a make up artist. His life was always in the spotlight one way or another, which didn't help his overly large ego. Milo walked into a local bar, one that he was unaware of the name. He needed a cocktail and he needed it quickly. His head was spinning from the flight here, since he did things the muggle way. Flying on jets always gave him a lag. But, he heard good things about New Zealand, and felt that he needed to explore a bit. He spent a lot of time in the States after graduating from Hogwarts Scotland, where he was a Gryffindor. Milo was more or less into himself, and wanted nothing more but to be on top of everything. He sat down at the bar, and ordered a cocktail, giving out very specific directions. After he was given the cocktail, Milo sighed and downed it in one gulp. Definitely not as good as his favorites at home.
He ordered a second one, since the first one didn't even budge his mind. Milo paid for it, and downed the second one easily, before giving the male bartender a wink, before turning around and almost gagging. There were no handsome men in this bar. There was no way he could stay here. Milo needed some action. Milo was feeling a little pent up inside. The blonde man opened the doors and was finally greeted with someone that looked amazingly handsome. Milo stepped forward on the side walk, placing his hands on his hips before looking the boy up and down. "I spend two hours in this country, and finally found an angel for my eyes to gaze on. Man, you have no idea!" Milo's accent, which was mixed with British and Russian respectively, definitely came through when he spoke. "Wait a second, how old are you?" Milo needed to know his age. If he was not an adult, then he would have to bathe himself in bleach for even thinking of something naughty. He hadn't yet, which was damn lucky, since that is the first thing on his mind.
First time visiting New Zealand, the boy formerly known as Maxim Lukashenko, who changed it once his family disowned him for being magical, to now Milo Love. The initials were the same, since his autograph never changed, since he only signed with his initials. Milo was now a fashion designer, as well as a make up artist. His life was always in the spotlight one way or another, which didn't help his overly large ego. Milo walked into a local bar, one that he was unaware of the name. He needed a cocktail and he needed it quickly. His head was spinning from the flight here, since he did things the muggle way. Flying on jets always gave him a lag. But, he heard good things about New Zealand, and felt that he needed to explore a bit. He spent a lot of time in the States after graduating from Hogwarts Scotland, where he was a Gryffindor. Milo was more or less into himself, and wanted nothing more but to be on top of everything. He sat down at the bar, and ordered a cocktail, giving out very specific directions. After he was given the cocktail, Milo sighed and downed it in one gulp. Definitely not as good as his favorites at home.
He ordered a second one, since the first one didn't even budge his mind. Milo paid for it, and downed the second one easily, before giving the male bartender a wink, before turning around and almost gagging. There were no handsome men in this bar. There was no way he could stay here. Milo needed some action. Milo was feeling a little pent up inside. The blonde man opened the doors and was finally greeted with someone that looked amazingly handsome. Milo stepped forward on the side walk, placing his hands on his hips before looking the boy up and down. "I spend two hours in this country, and finally found an angel for my eyes to gaze on. Man, you have no idea!" Milo's accent, which was mixed with British and Russian respectively, definitely came through when he spoke. "Wait a second, how old are you?" Milo needed to know his age. If he was not an adult, then he would have to bathe himself in bleach for even thinking of something naughty. He hadn't yet, which was damn lucky, since that is the first thing on his mind.