Drake was leaning back in his chair half asleep when Markus slapped his arm. He hated this bar, but it was the only one in hundreds of miles. The benefit though was that it was never very crowded, which was fine by him. Drake hated people, hated being around other people, hated talking with them. He despised the stuck up travelers that passed through now and then the most though.<br/><br/>"What the hell man!" he mumbled as he grabbed the table to keep from falling out of his chair.<br/><br/>It took him a second to understand what his brother had said to him, but when he did he turned to look at the bar and imediately noticed the bitch at the bar, she acted like every other stuck up bitch who came through, even her posture said it. As he listend to her get an attitude with the bartender he found himself wanting to teach the bitch some respect. Brushing a hand through his short dark hair he turned back to his brother.<br/><br/>"Stuck up bitch needs some manners"