Sage Miko

Wine cellar.

The tinkling of glass filled the dimly lit room as Kieran carried a box full of wine bottles to Leonardo, Sitri, and Miko who sat on wooden chairs in a random formation.

There were no hassles like distinguishing status from the arrangements of their seats. As a matter of fact, Miko had his chair tossed in some corner as he sat on the floor, stretched his legs, and leaned against a heavy wine barrel with a full bottle in his right hand.

"Fucking aye boss, you scared the shit out of me back there! You were convulsing like some bitch on cloud nine— forget that, make it cloud nine thousand! Except you didn't look like you were enjoying it…" As he spoke, Miko chugged down half the bottle in one breath, some of the drink washing down his chin and chest.

"Are you calling me a bitch, you fool?" Leonardo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This follower of his didn't have a filter on his mouth or language, and it only gets worse when he's drunk.