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WHO Michael, OPEN
WHAT It's been a long time since he drown his sorrows in anything but work. Here he doesn't have work to drown himself... so for the moment he'll try for something else.
WHEN Wednsday Night
WHERE An out of the way bar
NOTES Michael will be there a while, multiple threads are welcome

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Even without being a werewolf, he would know who was sitting next to him. "What do you want?" Michael asked in a slightly annoyed tone.

He threw back the shot of whatever alcoholic drink he had.

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Michael didn't bother to look at him. He went about getting another drink. He let out sigh after a minute. "I had a family," he admitted in a low voice, not quite like a conversation.

"A wife and daughter."

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Sefton huffed to himself, thoroughly disgruntled. He had been at his own house for the night, taking the time to clean it up and keep it maintained since he wasn't there all that often anymore, and ran out of soap. Fine, fair enough, he would just walk to the store and grab some more... except the streets had shifted at exactly the wrong moment and now he was turned around. "Fantastic," he grumbled. He passed by a few of the seedier locales in the city, but knew better than to slow down or pay them any mind by now. He would have continued past the nondescript bar, as well, were it not for the drunk practically launching out the door and trying to drape himself over Sefton.

With a yelp, he jumped out of the way, backing himself up against a poorly-placed trash can. The drunk stumbled, stared for a moment, then grinned at Sefton. "Heyyy kid, why don't'cha... don't'cha c'mover here and give Uncle Jerry a hug, huhhh?"

"No way," Sefton asserted. He tried to sidestep the can and the drunk, but the man simply moved to block his progress,

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"Hey!"

Michael stepped outside after he heard a kid yell. He reached out to grab the guy's shoulder and pull him back. "Back off," he said in a commanding voice.

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Sefton shrunk back at the voice, gaze darting to Michael when he moved into the situation. He watched, silent, as Jerry simply started shaking his head and went to give Michael a hug instead, saying, "No, no, it's cool, man! We're cool! Man... I love you."

That was about the time Sefton made the mental note to stop wandering about at night. Not only were there criminals and prostitutes and gangs on every other corner, but there were way-too-friendly drunks and that just wasn't going to fly.

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Michael's reaction to being hugged... was far from positive. He grabbed the guy's arm and tried to twist it behind his back. Michael wasn't the hugging sort of person these days.

"That's enough," he said sternly, "Leave or your wrist breaks."