<div align="center"><em><tt class="bbc_tt">Micheal - Feeling Good. </tt></em></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">As he downed his shot Micheal's eyes widened and nearly coughed his drink up. "Washington State. That's quite the distance. Just for some damn lumber?" He shook his head in disapproval, "Fuck that." of course he wouldn't do that but, "It's money though so there's really no arguing." Micheal took several drags of his cigarette and then began to make rings with the exhaled smoke. <br/><br/>He listened quietly as she spoke of her eyes. Apparently they weren't as important to others then they were to her. If they got her in to trouble then someone must really like them, but she wouldn't be getting in to trouble with Micheal. He liked her eyes but they weren't they weren't enough to make him try and bed her. <br/><br/>"Well hopefully you won't find anymore trouble with them around here. This part of town owns the word trouble. All types of things happen here. You should be careful around here, you'd never know what you run in to." Of course he was talking about the monsters that resided in this part of town, but if she didn't know then there she would probably assume that there were rapist, and thugs that didn't care who you were. They were going to give you a hard time even if you weren't looking for it. Micheal ashed his cigarette out, and downed his last shot. The quick consumption of alcohol didn't bother him, after many years of drinking his tolerance would drink him under the table if he let it. <br/><br/>"Forgive me. You look like you could handle yourself if it ever called for it." He complemented her physique as it was rather appealing and like her eyes 'nice'. "You have a place to stay tonight or are you expecting to be out of here before the alcohol sets in?" Micheal asked continuing to make useless conversation, but some what enjoying the sharing of words that comprised small talk. </span>