05-11-2007, 06:11 AM
?So tell me, what?s a girl like you doing in a place like this?? Olibu questioned the cyan haired fighter as the barmaid returned with the drinks. The female arched an eyebrow at her drink, obviously puzzled by its containments, but quickly disbanded her expression to hide her ignorance of the ale.
?That?s a little clich? don?t you think?? she muttered as she raised her drink to her lips. Olibu, who had missed most of the romantic novels of the last century, couldn?t fathom what was clich? about his question and just skipped right on passed it, ?I meant to say? this is a rough life, this fighting. Why do you do it??
As the liquid subside slowly into her mouth her eyes began to squint and she forced the flow to stop, but quickly, as to cover up her distaste of it, she began to slam the rest of it. As she finished her last gulp she allowed a sharp remark to cut into the warm greeting of the too fighters, ?Are you trying to say that I?m incapable of such a life? What too pretty? Are you one of those types that think women are weak and need a man to stand up for them? Is that why you just got your clock cleaned by that thug??
?No? No, that?s not what I meant at all,? he began, hesitant not to anger the ill tempered female, ?I?m most certain that you can handle yourself, I would hate to be on the receiving end of one of your blows. I just mean that when you indulge in this kind of lifestyle, it changes you. Your heart is in the right place I would guess, but wear and tear can get to anyone; so much bloodshed, and for what? A trophy and 15 minutes reruns on the tb.?
?Tb? Do you mean T.V.??
?Uhh, it plays pictures??
?Yea, it?s T.V.,? a smile appeared upon her face as she continued, ?Sorry, I guess I?m a little defensive to those I don?t know. You sound like you don?t really want to be here, let alone fight.? she spoke with a very drastic change in tone from before; a much softer tone. Olibu chose not to respond to her comment; he instead prodded at the cut just above the eye. Noticing, Bra spoke up again ?That looks like it hurts.?
?Well, it certainly doesn?t tickle.?
?That?s a little clich? don?t you think?? she muttered as she raised her drink to her lips. Olibu, who had missed most of the romantic novels of the last century, couldn?t fathom what was clich? about his question and just skipped right on passed it, ?I meant to say? this is a rough life, this fighting. Why do you do it??
As the liquid subside slowly into her mouth her eyes began to squint and she forced the flow to stop, but quickly, as to cover up her distaste of it, she began to slam the rest of it. As she finished her last gulp she allowed a sharp remark to cut into the warm greeting of the too fighters, ?Are you trying to say that I?m incapable of such a life? What too pretty? Are you one of those types that think women are weak and need a man to stand up for them? Is that why you just got your clock cleaned by that thug??
?No? No, that?s not what I meant at all,? he began, hesitant not to anger the ill tempered female, ?I?m most certain that you can handle yourself, I would hate to be on the receiving end of one of your blows. I just mean that when you indulge in this kind of lifestyle, it changes you. Your heart is in the right place I would guess, but wear and tear can get to anyone; so much bloodshed, and for what? A trophy and 15 minutes reruns on the tb.?
?Tb? Do you mean T.V.??
?Uhh, it plays pictures??
?Yea, it?s T.V.,? a smile appeared upon her face as she continued, ?Sorry, I guess I?m a little defensive to those I don?t know. You sound like you don?t really want to be here, let alone fight.? she spoke with a very drastic change in tone from before; a much softer tone. Olibu chose not to respond to her comment; he instead prodded at the cut just above the eye. Noticing, Bra spoke up again ?That looks like it hurts.?
?Well, it certainly doesn?t tickle.?