He stalked into the bar, not walked, stalked, you took one look and knew "trouble" had arrived.

He smiled, it was the kind of smile that NEVER reached his eyes, his eyes looked dead, no sparkle, no twinkle, flat, much like a great white shark.

He picked a spot at the bar and drilled a hole for him to sit at, his look said "move or die".

The bartender looked pensive as he decided to serve him instead of asking him to leave, as every fiber of the barkeeps soul screamed.

You could smell musk in the air as women, whom he always had this effect on, started to get wet.

He stood with his back to the bar, trying to decide what would bring him the most pleasure, crushing someone, or fucking one of the lounge lizards.

The space around him widened, men stared at their drinks or their women, making sure to not make eye contact with him, even by accident. Somehow the other males in the room knew this man was looking for something, or someone, they wanted to make sure they were not the ones that set him off.

He was not a big man, tall but skinny looking, many men were fooled by this, as a closer look showed he was wire and whipcord, hard muscles, deep shadows covered his face, knuckles on his hands showed scars from battles fought and won.. and lost, he did not lose often. His eyebrows showed scar tissue from stopping to many punches, his teeth white, so white they hurt your eyes.

He looked to be in late 20's maybe early 30's, hair pulled back into a ponytail that fell into the middle of his back.

Finally he ordered a drink,"do you have milk" the barkeeps eyes widened as he poured the stranger a tall glass of milk, before the bartender knew it, he opened his mouth and said " kind of funny drink to order in a bar" The stranger smiled and reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a baggie filled with Oreo cookies, slowly he unwrapped the cookies and reverently dipped one into the milk, put it into his mouth and sighed with pleasure.

The bar started to come back to life, someone dropped some money into the music machine and a soft song started to play.

He walked over to one of the women that was sitting with a few other women, stopped and said "dance?" She shook her head no, saying my man is in the bathroom and will not like to see you dancing with me. His demeanor changed as he said to her "I understand" and stalked away.

He really did not walk as much as glide. He was supremely graceful as he moved.

Suddenly as a snake striking he spun on one heel and stalked out of the bar.

The whole bar breathed a sigh of relief. the night went on as the stranger walked over to his scooter, kicked it once and drove off.

I would appreciate some constructive criticism please.