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Post by Spot Conlon on Jan 28, 2012 18:47:03 GMT -5
After the drinking and everyone collecting their winnings, Spot slowly made it back to the LH, most of the adrenaline and the booze wearing down to the point where he was now in extreme pain.
Goddam Tristan and his fucking punch.
Spot bent over the sink, wetting a washcloth cold and bringing it up to his bruising eye.
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Post by raven on Jan 28, 2012 21:02:57 GMT -5
Raven had been sitting at the kitchen table munching on a slice of day old bread and sipping a warm cup of milk. Now she just stared at Spot as he pressed the washcloth to his eye. She honestly didn't know what to do. She stood up slowly.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Jan 28, 2012 21:08:12 GMT -5
Spot hadn't even seen her. But he sensed someone was there.
"Go away."
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Post by raven on Jan 28, 2012 22:51:50 GMT -5
"I was just leaving," she said quietly. Raven gathered her dishes, not finishing anything of course. She walked over to the sink where he was standing and put the dishes in. She peered at Spot's face for a second and then said, "Jesus! What happened?"
Raven instinctively reached out and gripped his chin gently in her hand.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Jan 28, 2012 23:00:51 GMT -5
Spot looked at her for less than a second before shrugging her off and stepping away from her.
"Shit happens. Go away."
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Post by raven on Jan 28, 2012 23:12:47 GMT -5
"oh bullshit, Spot. What happened?" she asked. She grabbed another rag and then set a pot of water on the stove to warm.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Jan 28, 2012 23:18:12 GMT -5
"What do you think happened!" Spot yelled at her, sitting down at the table and shutting his eyes in pain.
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Post by raven on Jan 28, 2012 23:43:09 GMT -5
When the water was warm she brought the pot over to the table and dipped the rag in. "Tristan," she said softly and then pulled a chair closer to him. She took his face in her hand and tenderly began to wipe the blood from his lip.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Jan 29, 2012 0:06:42 GMT -5
Spot sighed, looking at anything but her.
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Post by raven on Jan 29, 2012 0:19:00 GMT -5
She dipped the rag back in the water and brushed it against his cheek, intently performing her nursing duties. It was probably better that they didn't talk to each other.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Jan 29, 2012 0:27:13 GMT -5
Spot cleared his throat, mumbling softly. "I'm....ok....fight....allthetime."
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Post by raven on Jan 29, 2012 0:30:57 GMT -5
"Shaddup," she said softly and then dipped the rag in the water again. "Yeah, ya do, but not usually with a practically undefeated boxer twice the size of you." She didn't mean it to bruise his ego, but it was true. Tristan was Spot's second for a reason. He will hurt you with his fist, plain and simple.
Raven gently turned Spot's face to the other side and then sighed heavily. "You're lucky he didn't break your cheek."
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Post by Spot Conlon on Jan 29, 2012 0:48:01 GMT -5
"Didn't let him. I've watched him fight way too many times," spot said before he cleared his throat, looking away. He didn't mean to say that much.
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Post by raven on Jan 29, 2012 0:51:29 GMT -5
"That was smart," she said. She held the bloodied rag and then sighed. "All done." She announced and then rang out the rag into the pot of water.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Jan 29, 2012 0:55:45 GMT -5
"Good. Go away." spot said, touching his shiner and wincing.
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