Fitello stripped quickly down into his boxers and undershirt in the dressing room. He wanted to be newly dressed when the others made their way back in. So that he could gather a few friends and go out to celebrate on their own. He loved people usually, but found himself wanting a little winding down time now.
He drew on a pair of faded blue jeans and a loose fitting crimson shirt. It would be much easier to enjoy himself in this lighter attire. As he slipped his black boots on and let his hair down the door opened. "Hello?" He called.
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"Fitello Natale at your service. Whatever service that might be."
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