Leonzio Aiello
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- OOC First Name
- Leo
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- Ash Wood-13 3/4 inches -- Fire crab jewel core
Leonzio stepped into a bar that had caught his attention as he was walking down the main street of the village. He decided that after a hectic day in the office, it would be nice to visit the village and relax by having a drink. He also wanted to see the setting that surrounded the school, where he hoped that his younger brother would be transfered. From a first impression, he liked the village and the bar. It was the simple shot and a beer joint where everyone knows everyone. The music was loud enough to hear but it didn't drown out conversations. Surprisingly for an all magical bar, there was a pool table and dart boards, in almost constant use by the patrons of the bar. Leonzio approached the bar, nodding in a greeting way at the bartender by the bar who scanned him curiously. He was used to the same customers, residents of the village so seeing a new person around maybe was a rare sight. Leonzio ordered a butterbeer, a common drink for wizards and witches around the world but not from where he was coming from. He took the bottle in his hands and took a sip. Quite interesting the taste of the butterbeer but still he prefered the ordinary beer.
He was looking over his shoulder everytime someone new was entering the bar, greeted by friends that were already there. Most of the patrons looked engaged in their conversations, enjoying their drinks breaking the monotony with their roaring laughs. He was feeling relaxed and familiar with such kind of bars rather than he did in bigger places and clubs. Most of the time when he was visiting the bigger clubs, he used to end up in a fight with some idiot yuppie trying to prove to his friends or girlfriend how tough he was. Fortunately, that bar didn't seem the kind of place that he would meet such kind of friendly company.
He took another sip from his butterbeer when he felt someone approaching him from behind.
He was looking over his shoulder everytime someone new was entering the bar, greeted by friends that were already there. Most of the patrons looked engaged in their conversations, enjoying their drinks breaking the monotony with their roaring laughs. He was feeling relaxed and familiar with such kind of bars rather than he did in bigger places and clubs. Most of the time when he was visiting the bigger clubs, he used to end up in a fight with some idiot yuppie trying to prove to his friends or girlfriend how tough he was. Fortunately, that bar didn't seem the kind of place that he would meet such kind of friendly company.
He took another sip from his butterbeer when he felt someone approaching him from behind.