Oh this is gonna be fucking good.

[you_run_i_chase]

Who: Miss Parker and Luigi Largo, and later Jack.
Where: Sixth floor corridor, probably. Outside Luigi's room.
When: After this journal exchange.
What: A fight. (Sorry Denise.)
Warnings: It's Parker and Luigi fighting. Expect violence and lots of swearing. Like olympic level swearing.

Comments

[couldgo4aslice]

He'd made a promise to punch her fucking teeth in and, goddammit, he'd make good on it. Luigi wasn't a fool; he didn't think she'd wait for an invitation inside before trying to get the upper hand. He'd waited by the door for her knock. When it came, he swung the door open quickly, and aimed a punch straight for the gut. They both missed their mark. She got his shoulder, and he her hip.

[you_run_i_chase]

If she had been less angry, Parker probably would have thought about him waiting for her. Or rather, if she thought him to be less of a fucking bitch, she would have expected him to swing at her as soon as he opened the door. The punch against her hip made her grit her teeth as pain surged from the spot, and she responded by going low with a shot, aiming for his stomach and not his groin. A groin shot was a fucking cheap one, and it was too early in this fight for cheap ones.

[couldgo4aslice]

Being a 'pro' at bar fights, Luigi expected only cheap shots. So when she aimed low, he moved to the side, which didn't evade the blow. That hit its intended mark. It winded him slightly and he gasped for breath. It hurt, but he was more or less in a blind rage. He aimed a punch for her throat, and another at her chest.

[you_run_i_chase]

Parker moved to follow up the blow to his stomach, turning her head a bit. The turn made the punch aimed at her throat graze the side of it. The punch to her chest hit her full on and she moved backwards with the momentum of the swing. Hurting she cursed quickly, her voice raspy and harsh. "Fuck." But there was no time to whine about it now. Instead she tried to close the distance with a kick aimed for his chest.