Matt was terse, and jumpy, he never liked bars much, he didn't drink at all on principle. It angered him, that even in a bar, with rough knuckles from obvious rough times, and a rather down trodden aura, he was always asked twice if he was sure he didn't want a beer, when he ordered water. He swiveled on the bar stool and face towards the exit. He honestly wasn't out looking for trouble, not tonight, a friend of his had just told him he should go out clubbing loosen up. But Matt's eyes were fixed on the bouncer, and the door just waiting for trouble to find him.
He clicked his knuckles, trying to be as subtle about it as possible, one thing about fighting, it really wreaked your hands. He was signed to fight Friday night, earn some cash.
June 27th, 2014 at 10:30am