Another bottle was returned, and the volley began. It had been a good three years since my last bar fight, a brawl I'll always hold dear for the deep scar now across my calf that flares up everytime the Powers That Be decide we need rain. I really miss those days. I returned or blocked as many punches and kicks as I could, but I was soon overwhelmed. I ended up taped up in bed, healing as best I could.
Broken bones suck, even after the mending gel has worn off.
I'm down for the night at least, all because I disagreed with two people full of anger who are preying on your kids. I almost feel like a hero. Leather is so much better. The pierced female sat down, her flat black hair hanging against her head elegantly. The other member of the room said, both occupants acting in a familiar fashion towards each without saying one another's names.