a fight before the day of the ball?

[hadalotofsugar]

Characters: Hannibal King [ hadalotofsugar  ] and Tanvir Harris [ tanvirus  ] (open with permission)
Location: The gym (Deck 3)
Date: Present
Rating: PG-13 for men fighting and cursing.

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[tanvirus]

Tanvir's been doing a little better, but not by much. Beating down Jinx was the most of a workout he'd gotten in a while, and on the one hand, he's pleased he can still land heavy hits, but on the other it bothers him that the one fight he's had...wasn't really much of a fight. But he's seen King move, and he's pretty sure he has the guy pegged as a fighter, so this should be good.

So it's with a little bit of a spring in his step that he walks into the gym, barefoot as usual and wearing a similar tank top and loose pants as King, and makes his way over to the man with a grin.

"Nice buns."

[hadalotofsugar]

When Tanvir speaks, King pauses, dropping his arms as he glances over with a grin. Despite the cool initial meeting, and the attack on Jinx, (which King had silently agreed with but kept his mouth shut, since he lived with Bryn and didn't want to sleep on the couch) King thinks Tanvir is an okay guy.

And hey, he's the perfect guy to have a friendly spar against!

"Nice to see you too, sweetcheeks," he says, offering a hand to shake.

[tanvirus]

Yeah, so they got started on the wrong foot, but in retrospect (and sober), Tan thinks he totally understands where King was coming from, and y'know? He can't really fault the guy for it. It boosted his respect for the man just enough to go from grudging to friendly.

He shakes King's hand easily. Good grip, not too bone-crushing, not too limp-wristed. This is basically a come-on for sparring partners, and he's sure King knows it as well as he does. He doesn't let go right away.

"So I heard a rumor you're a bit of a fighter." Well, that's not entirely a lie. It's a rumor he heard in his own head, but it still counts, right?

i can't tag men seriously

[hadalotofsugar]

King doesn't hold grudges very long if you haven't actually wronged him (and aren't a vampire). His grip is likewise strong, a good balance between not crushing and not limp. Similarly, he doesn't make a move to let Tanvir's hand go. They are manly fighting men, yo.

"Just a rumor, eh?" King says thoughtfully, grin fierce. "You'd have heard right. I heard that you used to be a bit of a bouncer. Think you've got the stamina to take me? I'm not drunk, tonight." King's tone is teasing, however; friendly rivalry!

who can?

[tanvirus]

Tan makes a show of looking King up and down, evaluating. After a minute, he shrugs, as if to say "I suppose you'll do." The smile on his face, though, gives away how much he's looking forward to this.

"Yeah, you heard a good rumor, too. Used to be a bit of one." He lets go of King's hand finally, taking a moment to stretch a little bit. Wouldn't do to start this off tense. "I dunno, man, think you've got the speed to keep up with me?"

I must always vaguely insult them

[hadalotofsugar]

King lets the shrug roll off his back, stepping back so Tanvir can stretch.

"I'm a lot faster than I look," King says, "Though you've probably heard that from plenty of guys before." He shifts his feet, and then pauses, and looks upward.

"Redd. I don't wanna get punished for this. It's a spar." It may be slightly ridiculous to say it out loud, but, well, how do you announce your intention to hit someone?

but of course! how could you not?

[tanvirus]

"Plenty of guys say that, but it doesn't mean a thing," Tan says. "Won't know for sure how fast you are till I face you, right?"

He raises an eyebrow when King announces what they're doing to the air. Huh. So that's how it's done. "So. Let's do this thing, huh."

Tan settles his weight down into a comfortable stance. Nice and casual, giving King time to get comfortable himself. Once he feels like they're both settled, he curls his hand into a fist and takes an easy swing--one King can catch if he feels so inclined. Even if it hits, it won't do much of anything; there's no real force behind it. It's just a test.

because they are most entertaining that way

[hadalotofsugar]

King hopes it works, anyway, he's never done this before.

"Touche," he replies, settling himself into a stance. It resembles a very loose boxing stance - feet spread, arms held in tight to his body. Tanvir makes the first move, and King raises an arm to block, deflecting the punch easily.

He responds with his own punch, lighter, aimed for Tanvir's side. If it makes contact, it shouldn't hurt... that much.

HAY GUYS. I BROUGHT SOME IRISH TO THE PARTY.

[idkmybffsean]

The sound of a fight is one all too familiar to Joe and definitely something that gets his attention. He pokes his head through the gym door and, at the sight of Tanvir and King dancing around one another, walks on over to investigate.

He takes a drag of his cigarette and smirks. "You two lads gonna keep fairy tappin' or is the real fight gonna start soon?"

BAILEY'S IRISH CREAM I LOVE THAT STUFF

[tanvirus]

He shifts to deflect King's strike automatically, the defensive movement coming without him even needing to think about it. This is simple so far. Feeling each other out.

He glances to the side when Joe speaks up, his hand still blocking King's from touching him. "Well, hey, if we've got an audience, I guess we better deliver." Tan turns back to King with a grin. "Wouldn't want to disappoint our adoring public, would we now?"

And just like that, he takes things more seriously. He aims an open handed strike at King's chest, meant to knock him off balance. The plan is to follow it up with a leg sweep and take King's feet out from under him.

LEMME GET SOME COFFEE WE CAN MAKE MUDSLIDES

[hadalotofsugar]

King just glances to the side, looking at Joe, and then meets Tanvir's gaze with a grin.

He's ready for Tanvir now, and while he doesn't block the strike to his chest - Tanvir is close enough that it'd leave him open - he does use the movement to jump back, meaning that leg sweep misses by a hair.

"You just want to show off for the hot guy, Tanvir, don't lie," King's tone is falsely chiding, as he moves to the left and aims a quick shot for Tanvir's chest.

I FORGOT TO WRITE SOMETHING WITTY.

[idkmybffsean]

Oddly enough, it's King that earns the eyebrow raise. Joe looks damn amused.

"Sorry lad, I'm flattered an' all that you think I'm a fine lookin' specimen, but I don't bat for that team."

He's watching the fighting, tracing every movement and enjoying the show. That he wants to be the one throwing punches is pretty obvious. "C'mon boys. Smack each other in the face already."

FOR SHAME. 8|

[tanvirus]

Tan laughs. "Well, we can't all be perfect, I guess."

Tan included! He's busy enough being amused by Joe's comment that he takes the hit and stumbles. It stings, but it's not the worst he's ever had. He rubs the spot briefly before dropping back into his stance again.

"You want someone to get smacked in the face so bad, why don't you get in here, huh?" He's only half joking. A good friendly brawl is almost something he needs right now, so why not toss out the invitation?

HDU /shuns from witty puns inc.

[hadalotofsugar]

Were it a real fight, King would have followed up on the stumble. As it is, he shifts back, making sure Tanvir is all right before raising his hands again.

"Yeah, come on in and we'll smack that beardless face around," King goads, not taking his eyes of Tanvir, but making sure to keep Joe in his peripheral vision. Two against one - now that's practice.

/S-SOB GAIZ PLZ. GIMME ANOTHER CHANCE. I CAN BE WITTY. ;;

[idkmybffsean]

Joe opens his arms and, with a smug expression steps up to the fight. He rolls his shoulders and takes a final drag on his cigarette before tossing it off to the side.

He lowers in stance, bouncing on the spot like the boxer he's trained to be and grins to either man. "Alright then lads. Let's see what you've got."

NO WIT FOR YOU

[tanvirus]

Well, this should be interesting. Two boxers against...someone who's not. Definitely not. It'll be interesting to see how the two of them do with holds and pins. Tan? Is looking forward to this. Been a while since he's gotten to properly wrestle someone to the ground.

He readjusts so he can keep them both in sight easily, and drops his weight a little. King first? Or Joe?

Eh, they're probably both expecting it. So why not go for the newcomer? That's exactly what he does. If Joe's a boxer--and by the way he stands, he is--then it's his hands that need to go out of commission first. Tan feints a blow to Joe's ribs, then makes a backhanded grab for his hand instead.