Welcome to Choteau, Montana, in 2018. What was once only a small city focused on fossils, has now started to turn into an equestrian mecca. Everyone still knows everyone, so the question remains, what will you become?
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Michael had to admit to one thing, the music playing was at least half decent, and spoke to him in a way that he hadn't throught it would do. That could equally have something to do with the bottle of beer in his hand. The fact he had such made him smirk to himself. Technically he wasn't meant to be drinking... or forging ID's for that matter but... what the pigs didn't know wouldn't harm them after all.
He let his eyes rove over the clientelle in this place, while more upmarket than he'd normally go for it sold drink. Alcohol in particular. Now if he could get a place to smoke in with his beer he'd be made. But as it was, he'd cope with the drinking. At least till someone barged into him, causing his lip to curl as he turned to face them eyes narrowed, all thoughts of just having a quiet drink and not trying to get any unneeded attention forgotten as he growled out
"Oi, watch where yer goin," one hand drawn into a fist already ready to fight.
The alcohol was giving him a false sense of bravado as he narrowed his eyes further waiting for a response, near bristling at the impertinence fo someone nearly making him spill the beer he'd worked so hard to make an id and pluck up the nerve to use it.
Bars were the go to place whenever one needed information. That’s how it’s been for hundreds of years. People come to get drunk, loosen their lips and start blabbing secrets to bartenders who were underpaid therapists. Not to mention, it was the usual scene for his cousin and seeing as how she liked to get into trouble, Durango was sure he could find her amidst the drunken fools in the bar right now, probably getting into a fist fight with some poor bastard who didn’t know any better. Leaving him and Clyde to clean up her mess.
It was his fault, pushing through the crowd - not paying attention to who he was pushing. So when the man drew up a fist, ready to defend himself for some odd reason - Durango didn’t take it too personally and merely chuckled at the kid. “You weren’t exactly in my line of sight.” A shitty thing to say, but Durango had no time for stupidity. He had at least five inches in height over the kid, and a bit more muscular. Not a threat to the marine-turned-mercenary. “This may be a bit farfetched, but I’m looking for a blonde girl about your height, probably drunk like you. Seen her?”
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[attr="class","box1"]"Might 'av done. What's it to you?" came the half snarled response from Michael as he scowled at him, still ready to lash out.
He was, however, more than happy, to take another drink of alcohol as he took him in. Yeh he could have taken him on, he was almost certain of that. Because he could take on anyone right. Especially some punk who was taller then him. Nothing else mattered other than belief. [break][break] "'Cause if your interested in doing things to someone half your age then I'll fuckin beat you up," he added on eyes narrowed warningly. Or at least hopefully warningly. [break][break] The fact his words were slurred were probably no big help in the matter but either way, he could at least try and be the big strong man. Cause maybe some fucker would want him if he protected them. Probably not though. He locked eyes again with the taller man, upper lip still curled in a silent challenge.
Welcome to Choteau, Montana, in 2018. What was once only a small city focused on fossils, has now started to turn into an equestrian mecca. Everyone still knows everyone, so the question remains, what will you become? 
