Michale soon came though the doors and into the bar feeling a hard lump in this throat,"It's time to drink..the pain away" He thought making his way towards the bar taking a seat on one of the stools. He was wearing a checkered green and gray flannel shirt with dark jeans that were ripped and finally some green sneakers.

His face looked a bit beat up with some blood some his and some was not his along with a black eye and his clothes dirty form the fight."Give me your strongest drink bar man" He said relaxing on the stool feeling alot of pain in his torso and a splitting headache.