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The fighter returned in short order and agreed to Leander’s plan, which had his heart rabbiting up in his chest. Leo forced a smile - nervous that he was - and turned to finish the rest of his pint before slapping his legs with a sharp, “Right!” and standing up. The evening was about to get so much more interesting.
Leaving the Arena, Breaker invited Leander to call him ‘Bertold’ and Leo’s head turned right to look at the man, a much more natural smile on his face this time as he found he was included in Breaker’s list of friends. “Bertold. Well, if I had any friends, they would call me Leo. But you already knew that.” That wasn’t quite true - Leo did have friends, he supposed, but they were few and far between. Leo, Leander… even ‘Little Lion’ by some (which he hated), but he wasn’t going to tell Breaker that final nickname.
With the plan to get supplies of more alcohol, Leo guided them through Old Rose Harbour with the experience that only a regular drinker could have. He knew of all the best places to go, and chose a little tavern near the centre of the Harbour. It was a little out of the way, but it was worth it to pick up a couple of bottles. It was also one of the few places that wouldn’t refuse Leo service due to an extortionate bar tab - the passive didn’t want to be embarrassed by that tonight.
Entering the little tavern, Leo smiled at Breaker and motioned for him to follow him as he made a beeline for the bar. “Three bottles of… wine,” he decided on the spot, “To go.” As they waited, Leo turned to Breaker and muttered that he had some undrank whisky back at the Attic which they might enjoy as well. Whisky was a favourite of Leander’s… mainly because it was the most sophisticated drink he could think of and it made him feel important to drink it.
The bottles arrived in short order and Leo dug into his pockets to pay for them with his winnings from Breaker’s fight. Money exchanged, Leander picked up two of the bottles, leaving the third for his new companion to carry, and made his exit from the establishment. From there, it was a short walk back to the Attic, which was spent with Leo asking mundane questions about Breaker’s life, “So what brought you to work for the Bad Brothers?” he asked as he fiddled around in his pockets for a key to the bookshop.
It was late, and with any luck Resha was already tucked up in his bed asleep. They would have the place to themselves. Entering the bookshop once he had unlocked the door, Leo placed the bottles of wine uncaringly down on a pile of books ready to be sold and nipped into the back in search of two glasses from which to drink the wine. Returning as soon as he found them (and quickly rinsed them out), the passive smiled once again at Breaker, motioning to one of the bottles, “Will you do the honours?”