59. dealing like a winner.

[christ_onabike]

You know what's fucking weird, Barge?

I miss that-fucking-pink-limo. The Twatmobile. I fucking miss it. For a car which I nearly killed our Mickey for buying, because fuck, pink and twenty feet long is not my idea of inconspicious, it had a variety of fucking uses. Everything from a makeshift fucking ambulance to somewhere to hide from the wife

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[general_chang]

You will have to tell me the rules, but I am a keen fighter.

[christ_onabike]

Oh, it's pretty simple. Fists only, nothing below the belt and please-don't-fucking-kill-each-other. No kicking a man when he's down, that kind of thing.

And you get fucking gloves. Call me a wimp and I'll smack you one without.

[general_chang]

Then I'd brake your bones. Very well, I will meet you in the gym at your convenience.

[christ_onabike]

I'm not up for a real fight.

See you there after lunch?

Spam?

[general_chang]

Understood.

Very well.

spam ahoy.

[christ_onabike]

[Paddy was standing around the gym, boxing gloves in his hands, waiting for Chang. He was just... in the mood for a fight, to put it bluntly. It had been a hard couple of weeks.]

[general_chang]

[Chang arrived promptly. As soon as he saw Paddy he started to size the other man up. He observed the padded gloves with some amused. Very padded.] Interesting.

[christ_onabike]

[Paddy gave the other man a glance up and down. Hm. Eyepatch. Proper fighter, at least, he figured. He held out a pair of gloves towards him,] You up for it?

[general_chang]

'Up for it?' [The phrase puzzled him as Chang took the gloves and after looking over them, put them on.] ...Yes.

the gym has a boxing ring. I decree it.

[christ_onabike]

[Paddy pulled his gloves on and ducked under the ropes nimbly, holding them up for Chang,] What happened to the eye, or don't we fucking talk about it?

[general_chang]

I lost it in battle. [It wasn't as if the human would recognise the significance of the event so he didn't elaborate. He entered the boxing ring.] I have adapted.

[christ_onabike]

[Paddy nodded,] I bet. Seems like you've done a fucking grand job of it.

Anyway. On three. Remember, nothing below the belt, hands only. And if either of us wanna stop, the other stops. No questions asked.

[And then he counted to three. Go go go, boys!]

[general_chang]

Understood. [Chang hit out, he's far more used to bare knuckle fighting rather than its padded alternative, so he's not at ease.]

[christ_onabike]

[Paddy, much more comfortable with boxing-with-rules, blocks the punch, and makes a swing for Chang himself. He could have, once, been a professional boxer, but that was a good thirty years ago. Skill was on his side, age never would be.]

[general_chang]

[Chang takes the punch, it forces his head back, but he recovers quickly and returns with a hook, more sure of himself.]

[christ_onabike]

[Paddy grits his teeth and shakes his head a little at the punch, then throws another punch back. This was more like it.]