Where: The fight club Who: @trxvis-reynolds When: Toward the end of the night
Andy was pretty damned good at fighting, even when she was up against guys much bigger than her - or at least, she was usually pretty damned good. It took a lot to throw her concentration during a fight, but that night she hadn’t gone in with a whole lot to begin with. Maybe she should have pulled out for the night, but she’d already put her name and her bet in earlier that week and she wasn’t about to back down. That turned out to be a mistake, as the guy she’d gone up against had used that exact lack of concentration to soundly beat her ass. It left her in a more sour mood than she’d been in before, but when her eyes landed on Travis off to the side, she didn’t even hesitate before heading his way. “Nice job earlier,” she complimented, nodding toward the growing bruise on his shoulder. “How bad does that one hurt?” It was a far cry from the way she’d usually start a conversation, but it was also in a more comfortable realm than hey, so one of our coworkers knows about my father and threatened to rat me out to the captain and get me tossed in the brig.