Saturday. That and Sunday were my favorite nights of the week. Those were
my Fight Club nights. The only reason I survived the rest of the world. I
'm not sure how I got along before it. I usually left the bar to one of the
guys who went on different nights. Tonight was no different.
I changed in the bathroom, I was going straight from the restaurant to the bar where it was held. I wore what I usually wore. My jeans and my black shirt. I left my uniform here, I always came back after the fight to clean up. I walked out to the front and nodded to the man I was leaving in charge. As I was walking out of the front door I, very unfortunately, ran right into *her*.
"Where are you going?" she asked me, looking me over.
"Out, I don't live here," I told her.
"I didn't think you did, but I had no idea you had an actually life," she smirked before walking inside. I frowned at her back, and continued to the car that was waiting for me. I had told Mike (the guy watching things for me) to keep an eye on her and report to me how she behaved while I was gone. I wasn't to worried, but I wanted to be sure.
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This was what it was about. I was in the first fight tonight. I hadn't even meet this guy before, it was his first night, so of course he had to fight. I could tell by looking at him that he was convinced that I was no match. I thought that my first night, and I got the shit beat out of me.
I stretched a little before I walked into the center of the group. The other kid was already there. He couldn't have been more than 25 years old, and he had an extremely smug look on his face. I was ready, he was ready.
The yelling of the crowd was like a fuel, and I feed off of it. The kid ran at me, trying to shove me to the ground, but I'm stronger than I look. He tried to knock me down by wrapping his arms around my waist and pushing me, but I used his own momentum to throw him to the ground. He quickly got back up and took a swing I easily dodged and I threw my first punch, catching him right across the face.
He recovered faster than I expected though, and punched me in the gut. I doubled over more in surprise than pain, and he tackled me to the ground. He punched me in the ribs, then in the face. I rolled over, then rolled over again. The kid smashed the ground with his fist, and I took the opportunity to punch him in the ribs, then returned the favor of a punch in the face, more than once.
"Stop!" he yelled, and I did. The fight was over. We moved as the next two guys came out to fight. I joined in the yelling, then I noticed that my hand hurt worse than it usually did. I looked down and frowned, I had cut it open on one of the guys teeth most likely. I'd have to pay extra attention to that later.
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There is nothing like the feeling of the night air right after a fight. You feel more alive then any other time. I liked to walk back to the bar to get my car on nights like this. I usually got a ride there and just walked back. I turned the last corner on my way, and I stopped.
Why were the lights still on? Well, not all the lights, just a few inside. I knew that Mike said that he didn't know how late he would be staying, but he had said that he would be leaving early, not late. I jogged across the street, then walked up to the door. I looked through the window in it to see who was inside. I couldn't see anything from where I was.
I opened the door and walked in. I could hear yelling coming from the back, and I frowned as I recognized one of the voices. I walked behind the bar, and looked through the half opened door. The only person I could see was her...that's when I realized I didn't even know her name yet.
"You are not staying here," a male voice said.
"Your not in charge of me, I'll do what I want, stop harassing me," she yelled back.
"I'll stop bothering you when I damn well feel like it, I'm taking you home now," he said as he grabbed her arm.
"Get the fuck off of me!" she yelled as she tried to shake his hand off. Next thing she was laying on the floor clutching her face where he had just punched her. He grabbed her arm and started to drag her in my direction. He swung the door open and that's when he saw me.
"And your hurting my employee why?" I asked him quickly. That's when I realized I knew him, he came to Fight club sometimes, but he hadn't been around for a while. He looked at me, obviously having to clue what I was doing here.
"Stay out of it," he said before punching me in the stomach, then walking out of the bar. I straitened back up and watched him leave. It probably wouldn't have hurt as bad except he had hit me in a rib, it was probably broken now.
"Am I fired now?" a straggled voice asked from behind me. I turned around to see her sitting in the door, her nose was bleeding, and she had a black eye. It's amazing how you don't actually see someone till you see them at their weakest.
I just started to notice that she had bruises up and down her arms, and a hand mark on her throat. Her hair was down now, but she usually wore it in a rather creative to hide most of the damage. He normally protective way of holding herself was gone, and she was just trying not to pass out.
I never noticed how young she looked. She still looked like she had a little bit of baby fat in her cheeks, but she obviously tried to underplay it as much as possible. She wore makeup that was much to dark for her, but it made her eyes stand out even more against the rest of her appearance.
"Let's just get you cleaned up and get you home, we can talk about this later," I told her before helping her up.
"What happened to you?" she asked as she looked at my face.
"It's not important," I told her.
"Sure it is, you didn't get that from him," she insisted.
"I'll tell you this once...don't press this subject," I told her as we reached the sink. I tried not to flinch as I turned around and ran right into a cart. I clutched my side. Now I knew that the rib was broken.
"Maybe you should go to a hospital, your pretty bad," she said as she used one of the cloths to get the blood off of her face.
"I'll be fine," I said as I got myself a cloth to start cleaning myself up. I started to realize that it hurt to breath, and I bent over the sink and closed my eyes.
"Your obviously in enough pain that you look like your about to die, I'm taking you to the hospital if you want to go or not, so don't bother arguing," she told me.
"You can be a real pushy bitch you know," I told her as I straightened up.
"It's a gift, let's go," she said.
I changed in the bathroom, I was going straight from the restaurant to the bar where it was held. I wore what I usually wore. My jeans and my black shirt. I left my uniform here, I always came back after the fight to clean up. I walked out to the front and nodded to the man I was leaving in charge. As I was walking out of the front door I, very unfortunately, ran right into *her*.
"Where are you going?" she asked me, looking me over.
"Out, I don't live here," I told her.
"I didn't think you did, but I had no idea you had an actually life," she smirked before walking inside. I frowned at her back, and continued to the car that was waiting for me. I had told Mike (the guy watching things for me) to keep an eye on her and report to me how she behaved while I was gone. I wasn't to worried, but I wanted to be sure.
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This was what it was about. I was in the first fight tonight. I hadn't even meet this guy before, it was his first night, so of course he had to fight. I could tell by looking at him that he was convinced that I was no match. I thought that my first night, and I got the shit beat out of me.
I stretched a little before I walked into the center of the group. The other kid was already there. He couldn't have been more than 25 years old, and he had an extremely smug look on his face. I was ready, he was ready.
The yelling of the crowd was like a fuel, and I feed off of it. The kid ran at me, trying to shove me to the ground, but I'm stronger than I look. He tried to knock me down by wrapping his arms around my waist and pushing me, but I used his own momentum to throw him to the ground. He quickly got back up and took a swing I easily dodged and I threw my first punch, catching him right across the face.
He recovered faster than I expected though, and punched me in the gut. I doubled over more in surprise than pain, and he tackled me to the ground. He punched me in the ribs, then in the face. I rolled over, then rolled over again. The kid smashed the ground with his fist, and I took the opportunity to punch him in the ribs, then returned the favor of a punch in the face, more than once.
"Stop!" he yelled, and I did. The fight was over. We moved as the next two guys came out to fight. I joined in the yelling, then I noticed that my hand hurt worse than it usually did. I looked down and frowned, I had cut it open on one of the guys teeth most likely. I'd have to pay extra attention to that later.
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There is nothing like the feeling of the night air right after a fight. You feel more alive then any other time. I liked to walk back to the bar to get my car on nights like this. I usually got a ride there and just walked back. I turned the last corner on my way, and I stopped.
Why were the lights still on? Well, not all the lights, just a few inside. I knew that Mike said that he didn't know how late he would be staying, but he had said that he would be leaving early, not late. I jogged across the street, then walked up to the door. I looked through the window in it to see who was inside. I couldn't see anything from where I was.
I opened the door and walked in. I could hear yelling coming from the back, and I frowned as I recognized one of the voices. I walked behind the bar, and looked through the half opened door. The only person I could see was her...that's when I realized I didn't even know her name yet.
"You are not staying here," a male voice said.
"Your not in charge of me, I'll do what I want, stop harassing me," she yelled back.
"I'll stop bothering you when I damn well feel like it, I'm taking you home now," he said as he grabbed her arm.
"Get the fuck off of me!" she yelled as she tried to shake his hand off. Next thing she was laying on the floor clutching her face where he had just punched her. He grabbed her arm and started to drag her in my direction. He swung the door open and that's when he saw me.
"And your hurting my employee why?" I asked him quickly. That's when I realized I knew him, he came to Fight club sometimes, but he hadn't been around for a while. He looked at me, obviously having to clue what I was doing here.
"Stay out of it," he said before punching me in the stomach, then walking out of the bar. I straitened back up and watched him leave. It probably wouldn't have hurt as bad except he had hit me in a rib, it was probably broken now.
"Am I fired now?" a straggled voice asked from behind me. I turned around to see her sitting in the door, her nose was bleeding, and she had a black eye. It's amazing how you don't actually see someone till you see them at their weakest.
I just started to notice that she had bruises up and down her arms, and a hand mark on her throat. Her hair was down now, but she usually wore it in a rather creative to hide most of the damage. He normally protective way of holding herself was gone, and she was just trying not to pass out.
I never noticed how young she looked. She still looked like she had a little bit of baby fat in her cheeks, but she obviously tried to underplay it as much as possible. She wore makeup that was much to dark for her, but it made her eyes stand out even more against the rest of her appearance.
"Let's just get you cleaned up and get you home, we can talk about this later," I told her before helping her up.
"What happened to you?" she asked as she looked at my face.
"It's not important," I told her.
"Sure it is, you didn't get that from him," she insisted.
"I'll tell you this once...don't press this subject," I told her as we reached the sink. I tried not to flinch as I turned around and ran right into a cart. I clutched my side. Now I knew that the rib was broken.
"Maybe you should go to a hospital, your pretty bad," she said as she used one of the cloths to get the blood off of her face.
"I'll be fine," I said as I got myself a cloth to start cleaning myself up. I started to realize that it hurt to breath, and I bent over the sink and closed my eyes.
"Your obviously in enough pain that you look like your about to die, I'm taking you to the hospital if you want to go or not, so don't bother arguing," she told me.
"You can be a real pushy bitch you know," I told her as I straightened up.
"It's a gift, let's go," she said.