The response made Loni wonder what her companion did in her down time, but she leaves the question unasked. For now it was more pleasant just listening to what she was willing to tell. Besides, they didn’t have to go too in depth on their lives. That would require far too much thinking, or at least Loni thought so. She might have been acting unfazed, but in all reality she was anything but. Her body was aching in places it hadn’t ached in YEARS. Hell, for once in a long time she thought to herself ‘ maybe I’ll be sore ‘. Most of her fights nowadays were with humans or for fun, never as intense as this. It almost made her wish that she was twenty again- the rush after a solid punch having been something the woman relished in. Something she rarely was able to do now.
Silence one more ensues, and just like the previous time it was nice. Loni was honestly perfectly content with that being how their night went, but when Doriane spoke up the thought vanished.
“Tonight was a first time for me.” She had heard of the ring before, but with how busy she was she had little time to spare to check it out. However, with her recent change in job title she had a lot more time to run around and explore. Of course, one of the first thing she did was make her way to an underground fight club to check out power levels, and that was all it was going to be at first. Yet when she saw the woman in battle something inside Loni snapped, practically compelling her to throw her towel down and take a gander at the powerhouse known as Doriane.
“As for cracking skulls- no. I’ve done that plenty of times in my life. Although, I still do prefer it being in a boxing ring than anything else.” She enjoyed the sport throughly even if she had less time for it now that she was older. As a young teen she had dedicated most of her free time to it when Bellamy wasn’t teaching her how run a crime group. He had been the one to introduce it to her in the first place after having been fed up with her self destructive tendencies when it came to picking fights with strangers that could kill her if they REALLY wanted too ( she was lucky none of them had or that she had the strength to get away before they could ). “It wasn’t bad though. I might even try again in the future, but I doubt anyone will be able to compare to youse so maybe not.”
She offers a brief smile before shrugging. It was true. Doriane had given Loni something no one else had in a long, long time: a challenge. One that didn’t have to do with work or maintaining her territory. Just a simple opponent to battle against in order to test her strength out.
“Hey- want to go grab a bite to eat?” Loni chimes, thumb gesturing towards a small ‘ hole in the wall ‘ kind of place. “Not sure what they sell, but it smells pretty good. Figure we both could use something to replenish all that energy we just burnt off. I’ll buy- take it as a thanks for tonight. It’s been awhile since I last had that much fun getting my face punched in.”
Doriane herself felt quite sore, right from the beginning of the battle she could tell that there was something quite not right with Loni. But Doriane liked this. Loved it, even. Years of dominating the underground fighting scene without even breaking a sweat, it almost felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders after finally finding someone who can take her beatings. It felt good, almost a little too good even, especially considering Doriane and Loni had spent an entire evening punching and kicking and throwing each other around as if trying to tear each other into literal parts.
The taller woman raised an eyebrow at Loni’s statement, genuinely surprised and letting it show. Nothing dramatic, obviously, but Loni would be able to see Doriane’s surprise clearly as day. “You ain’t pullin’ my leg, are you?” she asked earnestly, a grin starting to tug at her lips. “The way you fought made me think I jus’ never had th’ luck o’ meetin’ you.”
Doriane’s grin grew to become genuine.
“Fightin’ you was like fightin’ a demented, feral cat with rabies, possessed by th’ Devil himself, while havin’ the shittiest day o’ your life!”
She threw her head back and gave a hearty laugh, deep and loud but filled with honest amusement. Doriane did not doubt Loni’s claims for even a millisecond, the shorter woman possessing the strength and skill that was needed to almost topple Doriane in their earlier bout. She moved to slap Loni on the back, only for her grin to fade and her good hand to go back into her pocket.
The two have only met recently, after all, so best not to push boundaries.
After clearing her throat, Doriane opened her mouth to speak again. “Been at it for years, now. It’s good money, as I said, an’ it’s better than sittin’ at home all day an’ doin’ nothin’.” Another brief pause was given. “I don’t think we’ll be fightin’ each other too often, we’d be diggin’ each other early graves if we did, but we can spar if you want. I got a buddy everyone calls Spike, big an’ spiky-lookin’ dragon, he owns a gym an’ a less illegal fightin’ club.”
Doriane’s stomach gave a mighty growl the exact moment Loni commented on getting something to eat, making her give an almost disgraceful snort. Talk about comedic timing. She herself gave the air a few tentative sniffs, her mouth already salivating upon catching the scent. Doriane knew this area like the back of her hand.
“I think I’d like that, yeah,” Doriane licked her lips, “I always go to this spot when I’m near.”
She started to subconsciously walk a little faster, perhaps much to Loni’s annoyance seeing the size difference between the two. “The place is called Frank’s. Just Frank’s. Best damn burgers an’ ribs in th’ whole city, I’m tellin you. Well, ah, except mine, of course.”
Doriane gave Loni a smirk and a playful wink at the last sentence.
Looks like this woman knows how to cook.
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