<strong>-- Delilah Etienne (http://img838.imageshack.us/img838/9682/boxingwoman.jpg) - Simon’s Bull - Moving through life to the beat of her own drum. --</strong><br/><hr/><br/>By the time<strong>Michael</strong>arrived there were only a few other people in the Bull.  Most of them were too caught up in contemplating their haggard faces in the syrupy surface of whatever foul drink they'd ordered to notice much of anything else, each of them as good as dead to the world.  You could see it in their eyes and in their skin, their whole damn pathetic lives etched out in dejected stares and scruffy paunch.  Each one of them was a lonely little island keeping to their own tables and to their own thoughts, exuding bitterness and failure.<em> 'Why did it come to this?'</em>they ask themselves.<em>'What happened to dreams?  When do I start living?'</em>And through the stale alcoholic buzz they don't even realize that they've been living all along, and that the only time they've wasted is their own.<br/><br/>Michael may have wondered what attracted people to the place, but to Delilah it was clear as day.  Misery just<em>adores</em>company.<br/><br/>As for her, she had better things to think about than regrets and old wounds.  She brought the dirty glass of whiskey to her lips and savored the sweet burn as it slid down her throat, draining every last drop and letting it settle heavily in her stomach.  The sound of the glass clinking back on the surface of the bar brought a wry smile to her face.  It was like a punctuation mark to a long-ass day.  For the moment she didn't need to worry one jot about the big damn eighteen wheeler parked across the street, its shipment of lumber finally depleted and waiting to be filled with whatever the hell her company decided to take off Cape Merrin's hands.  It was simply enough to be there in the bar, enjoying a drink and wondering if she'd get a chance to kill anything before hitting the road again.<br/><br/>"Another shot or two," the sturdy woman said, noting the newcomers with a wary glance.  She looked more like the sort of chick you'd find banging her head at Club Fate, dressed black and done up in chains as she was, but with the kind of build she was packing one could just as easily see her hanging around Totally Fit.  Easily recognizable as an out-of-towner.