The voice slid over him and Leo had to take note that it made the hair on his arms stand on end briefly. Even a complete dolt would recognize that this man was out of the ordinary, and Leo was no dolt even if he had been accused of being socially inept. The drink order, however, pulled a thin line across his mouth, lips pinching together. Vanilla rum. Who ever heard of flavoring liquor? Rum should taste like rum and it should burn all the way down. Still, watching Hiro smell the drink forced Leo to imagine the smell himself, and somehow because the other was clearly enjoying it, he had to enjoy it a little too.
When the man spoke to him, Leo wondered if it was he who had played or been played. With a few quick crunches to finish the pretzels in his mouth, Leo swallowed with an audible (even to human ears) gulp. "Uh, do I? I think I'd remember knowing you. I'll bet you don't look familiar to anybody." By familiar he meant normal, or anything less than ethereal.
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