<div align="center"><em><tt class="bbc_tt">Micheal - Being Human</tt></em></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Micheal took a look back over his shoulder, and glanced at her truck. It was like his thunder bird the A to Z vehicle. He looked back to her smirking. Her accent and her words all made sense to him. "I don't mind one bit," he replied and then reached for his pack of cigarettes. Flipping one out for her, and then holding his lighter lit for her to ignite the high that relieved Micheal of stress hundreds of times. He had to laugh at her last comment. Certainly she wouldn't find peace here, well maybe in the confines of this bar, but this part of town wasn't for the peace seekers. There was literally no rest for the wicked, and if there was any glimmer of light. It was sure to be found in the residents that drank at this bar. <br/><br/>"I'll drink to that." Micheal said and raised his second shot to Delilah, "To the little things," Micheal acted as if he was taking pleasure in Delilah's company, but if he never saw her again there would be no real wound inflicted. Micheal inhaled slowly on his cigarette as he ashed it in to a small tray that sat waiting to be used on the bar. "Where are you coming from, and where are you headed? I know this dump isn't your last stop." Micheal looked down at the empty shot glass that resembled his life. An empty life that was filled with ridding the town of monsters. Micheal's eyes met with Delilah's at first, but then began to eye her physique. She was definitely in shape even the chains couldn't hide that. <br/><br/>Openly his eyes wandered Delilah's body before he brought them up to the barman. With a small gestured he ordered another round of shots for them, and if Delilah was done drinking then Micheal would be enjoying himself more than he intended. He wanted to be sober for when Otis stopped through, but as it stands as long as he was waiting he was drinking. Another drag from his cigarette and the shots were before them. Micheal had every intention of paying for them all, little did she know Micheal got a small discount. So his pockets wouldn't hurt to hard. Something he didn't see before on Delilah just registered. Her eyes were nearly white. He had to look again to see if they were real, and soon he found himself staring. Words couldn't explain why he thought they were interesting, and beautiful wouldn't be the right word. Micheal blinked slowly, and then spun himself so that he was now leaning back against the bar. In a calm tone he spoke, "Nice eyes." He hadn't seen eyes like that except on a monster he had killed a long time ago, but that monster couldn't take human form. So there was no way Delilah was no monster. </span>