[Following
this; (OOC sorry, the locked portion of the thread isn't going to be public anytime soon)]
[Brian quickly makes his way home late in the night, walking that short distance back to his home, feeling empty and temporarily satisfied after taking his anger out on her.
Yet he hadn't expected her to fight back like she had, he muses, raising a hand to tentatively touch the sensitive spot on the side of his face where she had managed to strike him with a firm fist. Any other time she was always so submissive, thinking that that was the way to get it over with quickly. This time it was different. He figures that she's gaining strength from that wretched boyfriend of hers.
He grunts to himself and glances down at his hands, seeing Nicole's blood still on them. Cursing to himself, he tries to wipe it off on his Jeans, picking up speed to reach his house.]