Dec 27, 2015
Tommy breathed deeply a couple of times when he stepped out of the ring at the bar. He always came to fight here because it was quite small and he knew just about everybody. He ran a towel over his face to wipe the sweat from his brow and took up his bag, needing to get out of there. He never lingered for long, he didn’t want to make friends, just needed the money.
As he walked out, he noticed the man skulking in the shadows, but didn’t say a thing at first, just walking on towards his apartment, taking a sharp turn and turning around to face the stranger. “What the hell do you want?” Tommy growled as he let his bag fall to his feet.
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