Waiting outside the Pub. Catching a familiar smell. The same one I caught that night. Feeling Dale's presence next to me, I became irritated. I walked pushing the door open, catching a glimpse of all the men. Taking a seat at the bar. "What do you want?" The bartender asked. "I just want a cold beer." I say. "Hey, it's Dale." All the men looked at me. As they stop cheering for the beasts. Axel walked towards me. "You ain't Dale." Axel says, walking towards me, trying to recognize me. He's the same old man from before. "No I'm not." I say. "Then who the hell are you?" Axel asks. "I came in here wearing this fancy suit and got a fresh haircut." He says. "Then Dale must've sent you here." The man says, as he gets in my face. "Say Dale one more time," I say. "Or what?"

