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 Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2015 11:13 pm
Normally it took a phenomenal amount of effort to get Dawson this aggressive. But after a series of variously stressing events, he needed something to vent it out. Drinking was supposed to be the go-to solution, but Lex had made the unfortunate choice of insulting his friends at the wrong time. Now it was a matter of pride to punch some common sense back into the guy.
He lumbered out of the bar, his face wrinkled by an uncharacteristic scowl. Dawson's gait was a little uneven, but he was confident he could beat the tar out of Lex anyway. The guy was, what, a toothpick? Probably could only take a few hits before going down, he was sure.
It didn't help that Syntyche was goading him happily on, eager to see him stand up for himself for once. Even if the cause was a little skewed at the moment.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2015 11:23 pm
Lex was just as furious, his own stressors having been nipping at his Oxford toting heels for quite some time now. Then Dawson, normally someone he was at least pleasant and cordial with, called him that word. Whore.
It wasn't as if Lex had to see the brief flare in Ami's eyes every time he mentioned Vegas. It wasn't as though he couldn't think back to his late teens without some burning sense of shame. Of course, Dawson wouldn't understand - he had nothing to run away from. Probably couldn't even run.
Lex approached the bar with malintent in his gait and eyes, long legs stepping perfectly one in front of the other. He could see the shambling mass headed his way, silhouetted by the setting sun. Lex knew how this would go down.
"Rules: No groin shots, everything else is fair game. Pulling hair is for driveling babies and cowards." He rolled up the sleeves of his sweater, pulling his hair into a small ponytail. Bar fights weren't uncommon to the man.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2015 11:28 pm
Maebe crept up a few minutes after Dawson had left, walking with exaggerated stealth that actually had no value since she was making just as much noise as if she'd been walking normally. She tripped at least twice, giggled helplessly, and then hid behind a fence post that didn't actually hide most of her at all.
"Fight fight fight fight." She whispered, sinking down to the ground to watch the two men go at one another. They looked so angry, and my God it was a good look on both of them.
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medigel rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2015 11:29 pm
"Haaaaaw." Dawson snorted upon approach. "College man wanna be all p'lite 'bout it, huh. Fine by me. I kin be civil-like."
At least Lex knew intrinsically that weapons weren't going to be part of this equation. Drunk brawls weren't in Dawson's territory, but it definitely ran in the family. He felt some sort of strange pride in finally participating in the family's favorite sport after football and horse racing. At least fighting for someone else's reputation was familiar; it gave him the extra courage on top of the liquid one to stand up to his opponent.
Having no particular preparation to do, he merely spat off to the side and curled his fists ready. "Last chance, buddy-boy. I'd hate fer Claude t'hear her own brother cain' even keep up with a fatass she beats weekly."
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Carhop Cavalier rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2015 11:39 pm
"Hmph." Lex returned with a snort of his own, cracking his knuckles and making loose fists, loosening his hips and legs. He hadn't properly brawled in quite a while. "Maybe you'll get lucky and Claude can come kiss it better for you."
Dawson was just another lumbering, angry drunk. They were always big, always a little shorter than him, always yammering on about something. A lot of the time, they were hicks too - out from the parts of Nevada no one spoke of. The ******** cowpoke.
"Or, more than likely, she'll kick your a** for losing to me."
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2015 11:46 pm
Lex had a sibling? Named Claude? Dawson had said 'her', but.. but Claude...
Maybe he was just insulting his brother, too. Maebe put her head down on the wood and wondered idly if Lex's brother was hot. But as the next thought bubbled freely into her head, it was that if it was a girl, Maebe wondered idly if Lex's sister was hot.
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Carhop Cavalier rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2015 11:46 pm
Lex glared at Dawson for a moment longer, inhaling sharply, fists tightening. "Don't go crying to tweedle dee and tweedle ugly after this."
He tensed up and shoved Dawson in the chest, suddenly uncomfortable with how close the other has gotten. Lex's spindly legs needed distance.
Hp: 50
DMG: 1
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 1
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2015 11:49 pm
Dawson barely budged; a light breeze could have made him move more.
"Nah-nah, son," he said with a patronizing look as he shove back with more force, "try a lil' harder than that. Or s'all you got are some ********' barks n' toothless gums? Huh?" Another shove, this one more an addition to the challenge than an attempt to knock the Lifer over. "Where's that ********' attitude now?"
hp: 49
damage: 3
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Carhop Cavalier rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 1
Total: 2 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2015 11:58 pm
Well, that was less effective than Lex would have liked. Grey eyes panicked for just a second, before he realized control could still be taken. Lex smirked, a s**t eating smirk, and guffawed at Dawson. "Just letting you wear yourself out. Bet you'll be winded in 5 minutes."
Only then did Lex notice Maebe, and became a little distracted. Why in God's name was she moaning like that?
Hp: 47
DMG: 0 (pos)
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2015 12:06 am
"Haw! Y'wouldn' last five minutes under the exercise s**t Chris makes me do." Dawson snorted and flared his nostrils like a bull. He was used to the taunts, and yet still sensitive as hell about them at the same time.
So when Lex looked away for whatever reason (what, ******** didn't think this fight mattered enough now?!), he aimed a punch for the gut. "Eyes over here, limpdick!"
hp: 49
damage: 5
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2015 12:10 am
Because she remembers what you looked like as a girl, Lexi.
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Carhop Cavalier rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2015 12:15 am
As prissy and poorly-contrived as it was, Lex slapped Dawson across the face with a soft hiss, lips curled back to show canines. "Funny, the little virgin who can't even talk when he sees a pair of tits calls me limpdick."
"And you don't get a 6-pack like this by not working out, dumbass." He scoffed, briefly lifting his sweater up to show Dawson, but mostly Maebe, the chiseled muscle underneath. "But I guess I shouldn't expect you to know jack s**t about exercise."
Hp: 42
DMG: 1
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2015 4:52 pm
The wall served the dual purpose of moving his head enough to see Maebe and caused a spike in his temper. When Dawson whirled back to face him, even their interloper could see the angry way his eye twitched.
"Watch it, boy," he growled. "One thing t'insult my people, whole 'nother ball game tryna chase a fox not interested in checkin' yer chicken coop." Insult to his person? Those were just par for the course.
hp: 48
damage: 0
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Carhop Cavalier rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 6
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2015 7:17 pm
"Holy s**t would you speak English?" Lex retorted with both anger and a dab of confusion in his eyes. He never had been great at deciphering accents and idioms, and Dawson's drunk ramblings were downright irritating. To show his frustration, Lex delivered another smack - backhanded- to Dawson's face.
"Just because they're not interested doesn't mean you need to balk like a baby. Seriously, I'm beginning to wonder if you aren't a eunuch."
HP: 42
DMG: 3
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2015 7:40 pm
Dawson lost expression after that; even the twitch went away. Had he not had an unblinking stare on Lex, he might have even looked calm.
"F'all you got's p***y slaps, buddy, I'm gonna stop us right there," he said. "Last chance t'step up yer game, manwhore."
hp: 45
damage: 0
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