Halloween was rolling around, and Michael was leaning against a brick way, in an alley. "His" alley, or so he claimed. He was just smoking a cigarette, until he saw you. (he's gonna be a cowboy for Halloween). You were approaching the alley, and he didn't know you. "Oi, who the fuck are you?"

He pulled his mask up a bit more, and glared at you, puffing smoke in your face. "What'd you want?" he snarled, taking another drag of his cigarette.