<div align="center"><em><tt class="bbc_tt">Micheal - Drinking at Simon's Bull</tt></em></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Seconds, maybe minutes had passed by while Micheal waited, and several other people had found their way in to this dump of a bar. Still it was home to some of the residents here, it was kind of home to Micheal. He downed the rest of his beer, and sat it quietly on the bar. He looked over at the girl who had came in, then the guy who waisted no time in getting her attention. He looked hard at the guy, and realized that it was Leof. Though he had only met the guy once or twice and exchanging of names was present at some point in time. Leaving the pair to their own misery Micheal looked over at Delilah who was taking it to the extreme and knocking back shots. His kind of girl if he cared enough, but still he would oblige her. Who liked to drink alone? <br/><br/>Getting up and walking over to Delilah Micheal casually took the seat next to her, "Make it four," Micheal told the barman, as he took his seat. "You know with that attire well I figure you would be embracing the crazy that is Club Fate," speaking in a jokingly tone. He smirked and watched as their shots were sat before them. Micheal's hand slid to his first shot, and before he raised it to his lips he gestured his drink in her honor. Though no words were spoken he felt like there was no qualms about him being in her presence. Pressing the glass to his lips Micheal waisted no time in turning his glass up, and his head back. The drink went down smooth, and the glass dropped easy. "I'm Micheal. You're not from around here are you?" What was he doing? Making mindless conversation with a complete stranger, that was appealing not really. He was there really for one reason, and that was to talk with Otis, but Otis hadn't shown up yet so he might as well pass the time. <br/><br/>The second shot could wait, Micheal needed a smoke. Reaching in to his coat pocket he pulled out a pack of Malboro reds, 'cowboy killers' and his lighter. Opening the pack he picked out a cigarette, and lit it with grace. Setting the pack down and the lighter his index and middle finger were now grasped around the smoke. Inhaling strongly he watched the red ember spread down the cigarette like a plague. Removing the cigarette from his lips Micheal let the smoke flow from his mouth before inhaling it back in to his lungs. Realizing what he was doing Micheal could possibly scare off this woman who possibly had a distaste for cigarettes. "I'm sorry do you mind?" His deep voice rumbled as he exhaled the smoke from his lungs in a direction not aimed at Delilah. </span>