Man About Town (THE Effin' Justin)

[Adrian]

"Alright."

Adrian spat out the words, his free hand going to his nose to check to see how badly it was bleeding. Stu had him in an armlock, and his fist was raised and ready to break his arm. Now, this was a friendly fight, or as friendly a fight as could happen. Adrian had no intentions on permanently injuring his opponent, and since it seemed Stu did not share those same misgivings, he knew it was time to yield.

Ugh, I hate doing this.

"Alright, already," Adrian said, holding up his free hand in surrender. "You're good, Mr. Pott. I can't match you, not yet anyway."

Adrian turned to look at the boy, smirking a bit. It was forced, of course, but that was simply due to the boy's utter distaste at losing, especially when he was actually giving up. This was definitely not something he enjoyed doing, and it left a bitter taste in his mouth. Usually, he'd blame his opponent. He knew, though, he could only really blame himself.

"I give. You win. Maybe you could let me go now, eh?"

[THE Justin]

His hand came up shortly, and the patted the arm he was intent on breaking. He finally let go of his breath, shoulders heaving from the exhaustion he had just let loose. He fell, splayed upon the ground, chest moving up and down in rhythmic fashion.

"You're a right propper arse when it comes to giving up, yeh?"

He pushed himself up to a sitting position, body shaking from the amount of energy output between them. He stood, finally, loosening up his body with some stretches. He outstretched a hand to the boy he had just fought.

"No hard feelings? Wanna give me that ride now?"

[Adrian]

Adrian shook his head. Unlike Stu, he was not going to show his fatigue that easily. When the boy flopped to the ground, giving a comment about his victory, Adrian just shook his head, smirking.

"You know it," is all he would say, laughing a little at the boy's reaction. When Stu would attempt to stand up, Adrian would reach out and give him a hand, helping him back to his feet. Afterwards, Stu would reach his hand out again for a handshake, asking if there were no hard feelings over anything.

Adrian laughed, despite himself. Usually, he'd be the first person to hold a grudge over something as petty as a loss. But this had been a friendly brawl, and Adrian, for some reason, couldn't blame Stu for his loss. He could only blame himself. Just another reason to get better. His hand extended and shook the boy's.

"None at all, Stu. I'm right over here."

And so, Adrian and Stu would head to the wealthy youngster's ridiculously overpriced car, and Adrian would take him to wherever he needed to go before heading home himself.

--Thread Over...?-- (unless Justin wants to post something of finality as well)