FIGHT CLUB - EDITION 2: BACK WITH MORE SHIRTLESS MEN AND HOT FIGHTING
WHO: RAIVIS OUR AWESOME HOST!, Conner, Vash, Moon, Logan, Lenna, Kim, Gilbert and Elizaveta
WHEN: Sunday, Dec. 20, really late at night and into the next morning
WHERE: A SECRET LOCATION a creepy old warehouse place
WHAT: MOTHER FUCKING FIGHT CLUB BEETCHES; LET'S DO THIS!
( Posting this early because I close tonight ;A; )
WHEN: Sunday, Dec. 20, really late at night and into the next morning
WHERE: A SECRET LOCATION a creepy old warehouse place
WHAT: MOTHER FUCKING FIGHT CLUB BEETCHES; LET'S DO THIS!
( Posting this early because I close tonight ;A; )
He'd flown in from Glasgow earlier that day when an emergency text from Rihard came in claiming Andrejs had gotten himself into trouble again but upon his arrival...
Nothing.
A check in with the relatives still in Riga imparted no answers, just questions and aggravation. He'd left Peter so quickly, his cousins were gone- Eduard was gone- and he'd have to dish out more money for a return flight so he could be back in time for Christmas with his lover and his family.
Suffice to say-
Tonight was as good a night as any to vent.
Foolish maybe, for in his lap, he cradled his still quite broken arm. If damaged any further...
He shrugged his shoulders, peering over the number of men and women with passive interest. There were a few familiar faces- some from the last meet up- but quite a good deal of them were new members as well and their appearance made a small smile tentatively grace his lips. Strange how, if no one talked bout Fight Club, the numbers always managed to grow regardless.
Raivis let his legs dangle over the edge. He'd begin after a few more drifted in from the snow.
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