“Alright then,” she sings. “See ya.”
Eighteen
Scarlett
She wasbeautiful - but especially she was without mercy- F. Scott Fitzgerald
Who Rory doesor doesn’t spend his time with is no concern of mine.
I’m only here as a spectator, same as everyone else.
To watch him fight and to sober up and get out of my head for a minute so I can get back to work.
That’s all.
I push my way through the crowd and make it a point to avoid Mack. I wore a hat which is fucking ridiculous.
The music is loud, and the crowd is too and then the announcer makes the introductions.
The first guy is Russian, and patriotically enough, his music choice is too. We get his stats, which everyone oohs and ahs over in dramatic fashion. A guy next to me tells his buddy this guy is a fucking legend. His words.
I’m not sweating it.
Rory can handle his shit.
They introduce him next- the Saint- and his intro isRemember the Nameby Fort Minor. He walks into the room the same way he always does. There is no posturing from him and I’m glad because he doesn’t need it because he’s a goddamned legend too. And I hate that I see it now, but I do.
I’m in the moment.
I’m excited like the other buffoons next to me by the blood and the sweat and the vision of Rory the predator. He’s hot, and he’s built and he’s going to beat the shit out of this motherfucker and I’m going to watch.
I nudge the girl next to me with my elbow.
“He’s mine,” I tell her, and a lie has never tasted so sweet.
She gives me a skeptical nod and then shrugs. “Good for you, honey.”
The fight begins.
It’s loud, but worth it, I decide.
You never really know someone until you’ve seen them in their element.
This is Rory’s.
His body was made for fighting.
He’s like a gladiator in there. All sweaty and primitive and raw. His instincts are good and he’s fast. I used to watch Mack fight and while I don’t know all the technicalities, I have two eyes.
He wounds his opponent with a solid punch in the first two minutes, and then he toys with him. And maybe we really aren’t so different.
When it’s over and he emerges the victor, I half expect him to drag a couple of virgins back to his cave for the night.
But he doesn’t.
Just like Mack said, his friends are handling that business for him. I watch them- purely out of curiosity- to see who will soothe all of Rory’s aches tonight.
She’s blonde… seriously, what’s with the blondes… and there’s not one remarkable thing about her that I can see.
