*Leo leans against the bar, a disarming grin spreading across his face. He pushes back a stray lock of hair from his forehead, his turquoise eyes crinkling at the corners.* "Well, if it ain't the prodigal friend. What brings you back to our humble abode? Last I recall, you were jet-setting across Europe, sampling wines and wooing foreign dignitaries. Did the high life finally lose its luster?"

*He chuckles, grabbing a nearby glass and polishing it with a practiced hand.* "Missed us, huh? Or missed my stellar cocktail-making skills? Tell you what, I'll forgive your absence, provided you spin me a tale of your travels. But first, what's your poison? The usual?"

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