Bumped into!

Michael walked into The Three Broomsticks with a great desire for butter beer. He ordered and payed. He walked over to a vacant seat and sat. An idiot happened to walk by having an attitude. He spilled some butter beer on Michael. Michael got up. " Hey! Would you watch where you're going with that?!" I said angrily. "Whatever!" he said to Michael. Michael lost it and he threw the glass of butter beer at the rude guy. The guy got mad and charged for Michael but his friend grabbed him and disapparated . "Re tart," Michael whispered under his breath. He got up and went for the door but bumped into a lady at the door. "I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." he said apologetically.

Delilah was bumped into by some guy who unlike other people apologized for it. “It’s okay,” Delilah said, “it was bound to happen by someone anyway.” she had just gotten back to England and she thought she’d bee even happier than she was, but she was still upset about the anniversary of her parents death. Just the day before she ad been in Australia visiting their graves that lay side by side in a little Cemetery on the edge of the small town she had grown up in. “its so crowded in here,” she said a dull look on her face and dark eyes.

The lady had accepted his apology. "I'm Michael, by the way," he said shyly. Michael had heard a series of glass breaking. Then followed by yelling. So Michael decided to leave. "Hey. Let's get out of here. It's crazy in here," I said rather annoyed. They walked out of the shop laughing at what had gone on in there. "So what's your name?" I asked.

“Yeah lets,” Delilah said fallowing him out of the pub, “I’m Delilah, Delilah Walker.” she had left out the Knight not wanting to confuse him. She pushed her hair off of her shoulder squinting up at the sky for a minute then looking back at Michael. “Who really wants to go to places like that,” she said pointing back at the pub over her shoulder, “Normally I wouldn’t. Though I normally have the little ones with me.” she watched a mother and her child walk by and she sighed quietly. She wished Dylan could be as care free as the child she saw and not worry about her as much, but that’s the way their relationship had always been.

"That's a nice name," Michael said. He watched her look up at the sky and look back at him. "I've never known the Three Broomsticks to be so wild. I mean busy, but not wild. Oh and you have kids? That's nice. How many?" he asked her. He understood why she wouldn't bring them to a chaotic place like this.

(OOC: could you post at least 100 words.. Your not giving me much to work with..)
“I don’t think any one has,” Delilah said a small smile creeping onto her face. “yeah three. The eldest is five almost six then the others a just a few months old.” she stopped speaking for a minute thinking about her kids at home with their father. “Do you have any kids?” she asked she reached into her purse and pulled out a small wallet and took a picture of her children out of it. “that’s Dylan, the little girl is Jaylann and her twin brother is James,” she said pointing to each of them. She took one last look at it before putting it back where she had gotten.

(OOC: Okay Sorry.)

"No kids. Just me," Michael said chuckling a little. Delilah showed him a picture of her kids. She pointed them out. While she was putting the pictures back in her wallet, a glass cup smashed right through the window. Michael laughed and went over to the cup. He then heard the sounds of yells and swearing in the pub. "Whoa! What's going on in there?" he asked. "It's chaos in there. Before they new it, another glass cup went flying through another window. "Maybe we should meet later somewhere else. I'll see you later," he said to her. Michael disapparated.