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My Son
Sept 17, 2011 23:11:30 GMT -5
Post by alexwisely on Sept 17, 2011 23:11:30 GMT -5
Alex had been going over some paperwork when one of his help announced he had a visitor. Not just any visitor. His son.
"Tristan," Alex said stiffly when he went downstairs to greet Tristan in the foyer.
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My Son
Sept 17, 2011 23:16:16 GMT -5
Post by tshamien on Sept 17, 2011 23:16:16 GMT -5
"Hey Alex," Tristan said and held out his hand to shake his father's hand without thinking.
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My Son
Sept 17, 2011 23:41:42 GMT -5
Post by alexwisely on Sept 17, 2011 23:41:42 GMT -5
Alex looked at Tristan's hand for a moment before shaking it, "What brings you here today? Don't you have a fight?"
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My Son
Sept 17, 2011 23:45:16 GMT -5
Post by tshamien on Sept 17, 2011 23:45:16 GMT -5
He winced a little when his father squeezed his hand, but didn't say anything about it. "In a couple hours. I wanted to talk to you first."
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My Son
Sept 18, 2011 0:05:59 GMT -5
Post by alexwisely on Sept 18, 2011 0:05:59 GMT -5
Alex turned without motioning for Tristan to follow, he knew he would. "Have a seat," he said, "what would yo ulike to talk to me about?" He asked, taking a seat opposite Tristan.
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My Son
Sept 18, 2011 0:11:28 GMT -5
Post by tshamien on Sept 18, 2011 0:11:28 GMT -5
Tristan sat down and looked his father directly in the eyes, "I'm done. I can't fight no more." He said.
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My Son
Sept 18, 2011 2:48:03 GMT -5
Post by alexwisely on Sept 18, 2011 2:48:03 GMT -5
Alex raised a brow at Tristan, "What do you mean you're done?" he asked. He better have a damned good reason for being done. You just didn't quit Alex.
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My Son
Sept 18, 2011 12:21:33 GMT -5
Post by tshamien on Sept 18, 2011 12:21:33 GMT -5
"I can't do it no more," Tristan said. He was hoping he didn't have to completely tell him everything, that at night he couldn't even move his fingers because the pain was so bad. "Alex, I'll finish out whatever you've got me booked in, but after that I can't do it no more."
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My Son
Sept 18, 2011 12:30:28 GMT -5
Post by alexwisely on Sept 18, 2011 12:30:28 GMT -5
"I can't do it no more isn't a good enough reason Tristan and you know that. Is it your wife telling you to stop? I can convince her otherwise." Alex said sternly. Who did he think he was? Thinking he could say 'i can't do it no more' and expect Alex to say okay. He needed a REASON.
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My Son
Sept 18, 2011 12:33:19 GMT -5
Post by tshamien on Sept 18, 2011 12:33:19 GMT -5
"It ain't Nevada," Tristan said with a sigh, "even though she's wanted me to stop since I started." He looked at his father for a minute and then decided just to show him.
Tristan held out him hand to Alex could take a look. "It ain't so bad today, I wrapped it up good and iced it, but..." He tried to open his palm to a fully stretched position but couldn't, he winced.
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My Son
Sept 18, 2011 12:37:41 GMT -5
Post by alexwisely on Sept 18, 2011 12:37:41 GMT -5
Alex frowned at the sight of Tristan's hand. There was no way he could keep fighting. He'd start losing him money. Lots of it. "Okay. If I keep sending you out in that ring you're just going to end up losing me money with that hand," he admitted, "I may have something else for you." Alex said slowly.
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My Son
Sept 18, 2011 12:43:57 GMT -5
Post by tshamien on Sept 18, 2011 12:43:57 GMT -5
"Like what?" He asked, he already knew this couldn't be good. His father was never involved in anything good.
((lol))
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My Son
Sept 18, 2011 12:55:06 GMT -5
Post by alexwisely on Sept 18, 2011 12:55:06 GMT -5
"The Laced Dragon.....the person I have running the place is a mother fucking panty waister and I'm tired of his shit." Alex said, rubbing his temples as he thought over all the shit that person had put him through. "It's yours. If you think you can handle it, I'll put you in charge there."
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My Son
Sept 18, 2011 12:57:50 GMT -5
Post by tshamien on Sept 18, 2011 12:57:50 GMT -5
"The Laced Dragon? Jesus Christ...I can't run that joint! You're shoving me into all my demons in one place, the drugs, the girls. Nevada's gonna lose it!"
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My Son
Sept 18, 2011 13:16:18 GMT -5
Post by alexwisely on Sept 18, 2011 13:16:18 GMT -5
Alex shrugged, "Well then I don't have anything else for you." He said looking out the window. He probably DID have something else for Tristan but he needed someone for The LAced Dragon dammit. He didnt give two shits about what Tristan's wife thought.
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