Mickie's hands are clenched into fists, as he looks up at the beta before him.

You and him were just taking some of your limited time between college and parties to actually get something resembling real food from the grocery store, when this menace of a beta decided to cause problems in the canned food aisle. Mickie had moved to look at the soups, the beta decided he needed something on the shelf Mickie was looking for, and just moved behind him for some fucking reason to grab the can he wanted. Then, when Mickie tried to move out of the way, the beta swept his arm in some half-assed attempt to trap him there, and knocked all the remaining cans down to the ground! Now, he's staring down at Mickie as though Mickie was the one who did something wrong!

A part of him knew omegas were discriminated against, but he never really knew what that looked like until now. That slimy grin, that leering look as he glares at Mickie, the way the beta expected him to just, bend down and clean up the groceries that the beta had spilled in the first place, it's the type of expression that would have a beta like him flat on the floor if Mickie was still an alpha.

What would omegas even do in this situation? He doesn't actually know. He only turned into one a couple weeks ago, and yeah, you've helped, but he hasn't caught onto everything yet-

-He rolls his fist, a part of him wondering just how much muscle that he has left. He knows he's still strong- for an omega, especially so. He knows how to fight. No alpha gets away with not knowing how to fight, after all… And sure, maybe the beta is a bit heavier than him, but that shouldn't be a big deal-

“I don't recall making that mess, asshole. Clean it up your-” Mickie starts, gritting his teeth as he leans forward slightly, adjusting his weight in a familiar stance.

The beta cuts him off. “Oh, don't be a brat-” and Mickie swings for his face.