<div align="center"><em><tt class="bbc_tt">Micheal - Ready for a drink before kicking someones teeth. </tt></em></div><br/>Micheal had had it up to here with this loner. His words only antagonized Micheal, and it didn't help as Delilah added her own little taunt, even if it wasn't ill intended. He gritted his tenth as he clenched his fist, and took one step forward about to give Jason the ass kicking of a life time. Though hearing him speak again killed all ill intentions, an apology wasn't necessary but Micheal was no longer wronged. "You've got my respect," he said as he watched the guy walk off towards the bathroom. He shook his head in desperate need of a drink. Two locals were also pushing buttons they didn't want to push, but Micheal knew better. Of course to them they were talking crazy, but if one of them died in front of the other by the so called monsters. Then I told you so would taste so sweet.<br/><br/>About to head to the bar Micheal caught Delilah out the corner of his eye stopping in his tracks again. He felt the small piece of paper enter his hand and finally took his leave to the bar. Slipping the paper in his pants, he would forget all about it after a few more drinks. "What the fuck!" Micheal roared as he turned around in his stool rather aggravated now. Apparently some woman was beating up on a poor guy. Micheal just shrugged and turned back to the bar. He didn't care about a man getting his ass whooped for something he probably deserved to have his ass beat for. Gesturing to Louie Micheal had his brew in hand in no time, and as he drank he smoke. All was normal again. Though the tension built up was still a shade of red. To himself he though,<em>Otis do make it here soon. </em>He took another drink from his beer, and began to block out his surroundings. Drowning himself in his dark thoughts, and the beer that made his thoughts easy to come by.