frog fuckin damn it, im achin for a fight here
aint there anyone in this shithole who aint a huge throbbin pussy
>Slowly raises hand
> You turn to Droog from your place on his couch.
“Ya know Im not gonna go easy on yew just cuz yer lettin me drink yer booze.”
“Going easy on me would be an insult t’my abilities wouldn’t it now?”
>Flash him an obviously flirty wink
> Hoo boy here we go. You feel a familiar wave of random anger wash over you as you practically leap off the couch.
“Alrighy, prett boy, lets see what yew got.” You roll up you sleeves but you dont return his wink. Youre gonna hit him so hard both his eyes will be permanently winking. From both eyes…whatever.
“Ladies first ” You sneer.
>You smirk and slide gracefully out of your jacket, taking the extra, surely infuriating moment, to carefully cuff your sleeves.
“Oh, how ever will i recover from the crushing blow to my masculinity. Ye don’t think that really bothers me do ye?” And then your fist is flying, connecting to his jaw with a sick crack.
You may be soft and fleshy on the outside but you have all the brute strength of a dersite. It is a deadly mixture.
In the time it takes him to do his sleeves up all fancy like you wouls have shankes anyone else. But suddenly the fists are flying. You are okay with this. "Nah, but I aint a liar. Yer one a the prissiest Droogs I seen, an thats sayin something."
The pain is exilerating, and your eyes light up bright purple as you go for the hit. A swift elbow to the chest followed by a hook from the opposite hand. Hes surprisingly solid, you can feel your joints aching from the blows.
