[New York] Time after time
One punch to the jaw. It was kind of ironic. A few days ago Alex had punched his brother. Bailing on his marriage, his brother, and his job - all on the same day? That had deserved a punch. A hell of a punch. He couldn't help but think he could have been a little less harsh as his own body hit the side of his couch.
Crawling away, he got to his feet and turned around, thoroughly pissed off. The television beyond repair and one of the walls had a hole in it. A once nice loft had become a war zone and he still didn't know what he had done.
"Why me," he asked, tilting his head - the man before him's fist transforming into a flame. "What the hell did I do?" He dove to the side, rolling behind the couch as the floor next to him caught fire.
"My sources tell me you've gotten close --" the other man said, taking a step forward. "Call it a present for him."
"For who," Alex asked, not moving.
"Allerdyce," the other man hissed as the couch flipped up over him. Alex rolled out of the way behind the bar and sat up against it, sending glasses flying at the other guy.
"What did he do to you that you're taking it out on me?" Evander had told Alex that he hadn't done things he was proud of -- but now wasn't the time. He wasn't pissed at Evander, no really. He was worried. After not hearing a sound, Alex high-tailed it away from the bar but found himself intercepted and flung into the stairs. His body slumped down a few steps, his forehead now bleeding.
He figured it was only fitting. Evander was late -- and he was getting his ass kicked. So much for a real first date.
Crawling away, he got to his feet and turned around, thoroughly pissed off. The television beyond repair and one of the walls had a hole in it. A once nice loft had become a war zone and he still didn't know what he had done.
"Why me," he asked, tilting his head - the man before him's fist transforming into a flame. "What the hell did I do?" He dove to the side, rolling behind the couch as the floor next to him caught fire.
"My sources tell me you've gotten close --" the other man said, taking a step forward. "Call it a present for him."
"For who," Alex asked, not moving.
"Allerdyce," the other man hissed as the couch flipped up over him. Alex rolled out of the way behind the bar and sat up against it, sending glasses flying at the other guy.
"What did he do to you that you're taking it out on me?" Evander had told Alex that he hadn't done things he was proud of -- but now wasn't the time. He wasn't pissed at Evander, no really. He was worried. After not hearing a sound, Alex high-tailed it away from the bar but found himself intercepted and flung into the stairs. His body slumped down a few steps, his forehead now bleeding.
He figured it was only fitting. Evander was late -- and he was getting his ass kicked. So much for a real first date.