<div style="text-align: center">《Miles 》<br/>
Location: Miles' place<br/>
Addressing: Kennedy <a class="username" data-user-id="288" data-username="Flannel King" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/288/">Flannel King</a>​</div><br/><div style="text-align: justify"><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--right js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/2748224380162045360-jpg.129726/" title="2748224380162045360.jpg">
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</div>Miles watched his house guest, a hint of amusement glinting in his eyes as he beheld Kennedy sniff the glass and then take a tentative sip. When the shot was deemed acceptable and a bolder taste was taken, Miles smiled. He tossed back the first glass and refilled his cup, offering to top off Kennedy's glass afterwards.<br/>
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"You're not driving anywhere tonight," he said, one corner of his lips tugging into a wry smirk as he slid the top back on the bottle's thick neck and twisted it back into place.<br/>
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He strolled around the counter towards the seating area to the left of the large dining hall. The place had the air of a large resort, now empty. One could almost imagine the voices of previous visitors echoing against the walls. The light inside was dim, perhaps to keep their presence from being a beacon to any who might glimpse it through the windowed wall. <br/>
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"Come. Sit, Kennedy McLaughlin from Chicago. The boys tend to stay a while once the hot water touches their skin," he said. "Dinner will be a bit cooler by the time we get to it." <br/>
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He eased his lanky form onto the end of one of the couches, crossing his leg at the knee as he draped an elbow over the armrest and took a sip of whiskey. "My name is Ricardo Miles," he rolled the r's, pronounced his last name like "Millay," and smiled. "People call me Miles," he said, reducing his name to the measurement of distance. "You met Jeb and Josh, and you know Carla and Rookie." <br/>
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His expression took on a relaxed, host-like expression as he regarded his guest. "How did you come to be in Abendblume when the world imploded?"​</div>