The first rule of Fight Club is...

[ilikesoap]

Characters: Herz (meinxxherz ) and Tyler (ilikesoap ) [CLOSED]
Location: The Gym!
Date: The evening after the SLIDE OF DOOOOOM
Rating: PG. Some violence but nothing too bad and a hint of foul language. Will upgrade as necessary.

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[meinxxherz]

[He'd like to think he's not a gittering mess.

...but he is.

The skin around his bottom lip has gone white from biting so damn hard for so long. He can feel his hands shaking in his pockets as he heads to the gym. Willing them to stop, of course, does absolutely jack-shit. A spiteful part of him helpfully points out that it might actually be making it worse.

Still, he keeps trekking through the rain. This time he's actually carrying an umbrella.

Opening the door is a lot easier than he thought it would be, but seeing Jack--Tyler--whatever standing there, waiting for him, stops him in his tracks.

This is his Frightened Deer In The Headlights of a Mack-Truck impression.

[ilikesoap]

[At the sound of the door opening, Tyler turns to face the sound. The sight of Herz is a welcome one; he'd been contemplating whether he would have to drag the kid out of the kitchen or not. It's pleasing to see that Herz arrived on his own.

The expression on his face earns the slight upturn of Tyler's lips.]

You took your time. Come on, let's get this started.

[meinxxherz]

[There's a beat before Herz can get his...entire body to move again.]

Rrrr-r-right.

right.

[He tightens his ponytail and steps into the gym proper. Taking off his shoes before setting foot on the mats is a good stalling tactic, but it's over with quickly. Then he really does have to step up on the mats.

And fight Tyler.

And not be a little girl about this.

Ugh, why is this hard?

Herz stops just out of the older man's reach, lips curling under his teeth. Again.]

[ilikesoap]

[Tyler's taking in every little detail about Herz. He sees the reluctance, the worry, but what's really got his interest is that the kid keeps moving forward.]

Lose the shirt.

[The request is casual. Tyler drags his own shirt over his head a moment later. Tossing it off to the side, he grins.]

Calm down, will ya? I can feel your nerves from here.

[He rolls his shoulders and tilts his head from side to side.]

Before we start, we need to work out the rules. First Rule--

[Tyler laughs, shaking his head. Habit tells him the first and second rules should be the same: That you 'do not talk about Fight Club.'. This isn't Fight Club, at least not yet, so he skips to the next few on the list.]

Fights are bare knuckle. No shirt, no shoes, no weapons. If someone yells stop, goes limp, or taps out, the fight is over. Add to the list if you want, kid.