55th Summer Afternoon 513 AV
From out his pocket he freed his trusty most loving conpanion a canteen, and took a small swig. Maduro thirsted for many things, and found himself running but from who or what he was uncertain. It felt like the world had turned upon him and there was no sympathy for a silver tongued devil.
The way he knocked it back, the wince he made like he swallowed fire, and that ahhhh noise made it clear that his canteena was filled with anything BUT water.
Whisky ever since he had met Hadyn he found himself enjoying it more often, he had enjoyed her company immensily and that straight forward punch of hard liquor had a way if bringing him back to the spinning coin on that moment.
The look on his face seemed exuberantly swell, he was after all as happy as he could be. He was back home, there was nothing left for him in this place but he still had memories as he treaded upon a road that overlooked the docks.
As he stared at the dock he wondered what had happened to that shy girl, her name was Anna right? Blonde and scared of the world, who did she blossom into when she became a woman? He always liked to ask questions that lingered.
Maduro took another sip of his canteen, as he floated down memory lane always on the look out to meet new and interesting people
He was dressed casually, his clothing consisted of a black shirt, pants, belt and leather shoes. The whole idea behind the wardrobe was to accentuate and highlight his own features. He liked to think of himself as relatively good looking, he had ice blue eyes and meticulously well kept hair his whole look was about being crisp and clean.
Afterall if his looks couldn't seal the deal he had other methods