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Post by tshamien on Jan 27, 2012 17:28:06 GMT -5
"get the fuck off me," Tristan snapped as he was hoisted off the ground by a grumbling Jimmy. He wiped blood from his lip and glared at Spot.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Jan 27, 2012 17:31:35 GMT -5
"Your a goddamn piece of shit, ya know that? I had money on you." Spot shouted at Tristan, leaning onto Buck for support. No way was Tristan gonna be able to win his match now.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 27, 2012 17:33:37 GMT -5
"that ain't my fucking fault! You're the one who busted up my chances!" Tristan yelled back.
"enough!" Jimmy yelled and glared at everyone. "he forfeits if we don't make it there..."
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Post by Spot Conlon on Jan 27, 2012 17:36:11 GMT -5
"You didn't have to fight back so hard!" Spot shouted back at him.
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Post by Buccaneer on Jan 27, 2012 17:36:40 GMT -5
Buccaneer kept himself between the two, "I'm too sober for this." Looking over at Jimmy he glanced at Tristan before grinning. "You should see your face mate-- he's right, but I bet some of the dames at the ring will take pity on a poor man." He knew that the tensions wasn't over but it seemed like someone needed to break it. Keeping Spot on his feet his first instinct was to suggest the pub. Because, if he could live at the pub he would. So he didn't say a word. "You still gonna fight, Tristan?"
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Post by tshamien on Jan 27, 2012 17:48:19 GMT -5
"yeah I'm gonna fight," he shrugged out of Jimmy's grasp and stormed off toward the bridge. If Tristan didn't fight he would be in deep shit with his backer from the points and he didn't need that hanging over his head. Shamus McCool was no man to fuck with and tristan didn't want to end up with missing limbs.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Jan 27, 2012 17:57:39 GMT -5
"Jesus! TRISTAN!" spot called after him, following behind. "Go catch up with him." he said to Buck.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 27, 2012 18:00:39 GMT -5
Jimmy rolled his eyes at the entire situation and followed after Tristan who was still wiping blood from his face.
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Post by Buccaneer on Jan 27, 2012 18:03:20 GMT -5
Buccaneer sighed and nodded, "He's got backer's Spot... if he don't fight no tellin' what'd happen." It was the same thing with the people who made bets with Cor or a variety of others in town. You don't pay you pay in other ways. "Come on.." Figuring his fearless leader could stand now he started after Tristan. "Hold up."
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Post by tshamien on Jan 27, 2012 18:07:22 GMT -5
"slow down!" Jimmy said to Tristan and grabbed his arm. "you gotta buck up and get your head in the fight. Shamus won't like it if you loose."
Tristan sighed and nodded. He knew that Jimmy was right. He stopped waking and took a deep breath.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Jan 27, 2012 18:07:42 GMT -5
"He's gonna fucking kill me if he loses," Spot muttered, following after although he was in pain EVERYWHERE.
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Post by Buccaneer on Jan 27, 2012 18:13:36 GMT -5
"Won't just be Tristan we'd gotta worry about," Buccaneer muttered, why god why couldn't he be like every self respecting drunk and carry a flask with him? Edging up to Tristan and nodded at Jimmy's advice. "The fight is more important right now."
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Post by tshamien on Jan 27, 2012 20:37:40 GMT -5
"you think I don't know that?" Tristan snapped at him, "is like to make 18 ya know?"
Jimmy groaned. Tristan might just be pissed off enough to actually win.
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Post by Buccaneer on Jan 27, 2012 20:48:58 GMT -5
That worked for Buccaneer, making him grin as he looked back at Spot, making sure the leader was making his way before turning back to Tristan. Even at Tristan's height and attitude, Buccaneer grinned. It was half the reason people hated to fight him, he just grinned or laughed through it. Almost like he couldnt' be bothered to take it seriously. "You'll do fine, channel all that pissed off into somethin productive. Then we can go to the pub and drink it all away." His solution for everything, didn't always sound bad.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 27, 2012 20:59:57 GMT -5
"I might need a fucking drink after this fight," Tristan grumbled. The group continued on their way and soon arrived at boxing ring.
"You ready?" Jimmy asked him.
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