~~Micah’s PoV~~
It’s my fourth night hanging out at the rogue bar in the city. I found myself a cheap bed at a hostel where I can spend my nights, I spend the days just wandering the city, and then at night I come here.
The first night I got in a fight. It wasn’t my fault, or at least not entirely. Nobody would give me the time of day when I first arrived and I was scanning the room, trying to figure out who would be most likely to talk to me. Apparently, I looked at someone the wrong way, and then instead of apologizing when he confronted me, I told him to f*ck off. We brawled right there in the bar and I more than held my own. I would have won if the bartender hadn’t come to tear us apart before we shifted, and people knew it too. After that, they were all a bit more friendly. Or they
