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Evenings at the Fight Club

Lenny's Rough and Tough Lounge

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a part of Evenings at the Fight Club, by ArabellaDemonte.

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Snow [0] Loyal, Caring and tough as an old leather boot
Brandon Price [0] Champion pit fighter from New York. Is a fourth degree black belt in Karate and a force to be reckoned with.
Alisa Perne [0] Bartender at the Fight Club. Also the only female Fighter on the side.
Tihocan [0] very silent and strange
Chloe Taylor [0] The stunning yet timid 17 year old daughter of a Fight Club owner.

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Chloe squealed in horror as the horse ran off to a nearby pasture, but she simply ran over to his side. “Shit…I just wanted to go swimming…aw no…what do I…” She brushed the golden locks from her eyes as she laid a delicate hand upon his chest “Brandon? You alright? Please say something…” Chloe gazed down at him with pleading eyes “Tell me what I need to do…oh this can’t be happening”

Chloe ran her fingers through his soft locks trying to comfort him as she knelt on the ground by his side. “Do I need to call an ambulance? Or get Daddy?...Daddy may know what to do…”

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Brandon looked up as Chloe knelt over him, and his smile was ever at the ready.
"Ah, don't worry about me."
He took the hand that was carressing his hair and sat up.
"I got a head like a rock," he said with good humor, tapping it twice with his knuckles to show it.
"The only thing that really threw me for a loop was getting hit in the nose. That, unfortunately, is not as solid as a rock."

He checked his nose, and was relieved to see that it wasn't bleeding. His head had stopped spinning, and he stood up.
"We can still go swimming. Why let this one little incident ruin such a good day?"
He gently bent over and picked her up, carrying her bridal-style in his arms.
"Now, young lady, tell me where I might find this swimming hole."

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Chloe was relieved to hear that he was alright, and was even shocked at the state of panic she had reached while thinking of his condition. She could hardly take those sky blue hues away from his gaze as she knelt beside him. She was about to speak…say anything at all when he scooped her delicate form up in his arms. “It’s just a little ways…down the path…” She pointed down a narrow little path through the woods.

She guided them there fairly quickly, the walk being less than a quarter of a mile. When they reached the pond she wiggled from his arms and down to the ground. She slowly slid her dress off revealing a surprisingly slim yet curvy figure that was hugged tightly by her bikini. She blushed a bit not used to wearing so little around anyone other than herself alone.

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As Chloe removed her sundress to reveal her stunning figure, clad only in a light blue bikini, Brandon felt weak in the knees. He had tried to convince himself that he shouldn't encourage her to keep crushing on him, that at her age, it might be bad for both of them. But, at that moment, his hormones were racing so fast that they could have won a NASCAR race. Taking a few deep breaths, he removed his shirt and pants, deciding to swim in the fighting shorts he had worn during his days in New York's fight club. He always wore them underneath his clothes. He approached her, and then looked at the beautiful specimen in front of him.

Aside from being drop dead gorgeous, she was shy and full of good values. This was the kind of girl he liked, but her age was still a bit of a problem, especially for a guy like him, who was of age. But, he figured that if they stayed responsible, maybe they could pull it off just enough not to get in trouble before she turned 18.
"Chloe, I know that I may be viewing things through a rose-tinted prism," he said in his most gentle voice, "But I sense that there may be more between us than just a friendship."
He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her slim waist.
"What do you think?" he asked as he began to gently rub her hips.

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Chloe heard his words and her chest began to heave up and down, trembling as his rough hands ran over her delicate hips. She had never even had a boyfriend before…never even been kissed on anything but the cheek and now she had hands running over her near bare hips. She bit her lip and looked away for a brief second unsure what to do or say in a moment like this.

“I…I suppose so…you aren’t just like a friend to me there is more there…but it’s so scary. I don’t know what do…”

She shifted her icy blue gaze back to him and found herself leaning into his touch, although still trembling she was enjoying the affection but she simply turned and began to wade into the water “It’s your choice…I don’t know how to handle these things but you do…so whatever you want I’m in..” She smiled softly as she sank down into the water, her golden tresses floating around her.

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Her skin felt good against his hands, and he could see that she was enjoying it. However, she was trembling, and he knew that this was probably the most affectionate contact she had ever had. He nodded understandingly, knowing that this was all new to her. Chloe was a good girl with a lot of feelings, but she wasn't used to being able to act on them. The sudden freedom could be scary, and he would have to control the speed of the relationship on his end to make sure that she felt comfortable. He watched as she waded away, and slowly followed her.

When she said that she was in for what he wanted, he smiled back.
"Well, we do need to take things a bit slow. You're inexperienced with this kind of thing, and you're on the cusp of a relationship with an experienced man four years your senior. I want to protect myself as much as you, so I suggest that we date a little bit. We can do some small things, but I suggest we wait until you turn 18 before we decide whether we want to make the jump to true couplehood. It's better for us both, that way."

He stood next to her as she sank into the water, and he took her into his arms, holding her against him so that he could look into her eyes.
"I'm not going to lie to you. I am both physically and emotionally attracted to you, Chloe, and I think we could make a good couple if we play our cards right."
Brandon leaned forward and stopped just short of kissing her lips. His eyes met hers, and he hoped that he inspired trust and confidence.
"So, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like it if you would give me a kiss."

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Chloe had simply expected him to walk away as she sank down into the water…who would to date a girl like her? She couldn’t give him what he was used to and well she was worried but he seemed sure…and the way he held her made her feel so safe and secure. She could hardly listen to what he was saying as she felt his hands upon her delicate form wishing they would never leave.

He asked for a kiss..a kiss…her first kiss…She smiled softly, that nervous grin she would always get but it was good in this case it meant she was finally living out the fairytale she had desired for so long. She closed the distance lightly pressing her soft, rosey lips against his letting out a soft whimper as she did so.

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As Chloe gently kissed him, he gently pulled her closer and deepened the kiss slightly. Her lips were so soft, and her body felt wonderful against his. He ran his fingers up and down her spine, pulling away just slightly.
"You are such a beautiful girl, Chloe. Your sexy body feels so good in my arms, and your personality is wonderful."
Brandon then kissed her again, providing a small amount of tongue this time.

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Chloe was infatuated with the young man and would let him take control, but would of course draw away in a short amount of time. Her pretty hues were set ablaze with an unfamiliar spark as she searched for the words to reply to Brandon's sweet compliments. "You're not so bad yourself." She said shortly, brushing a strand of her golden locks away from her face.

"I suppose you're right...waiting would be best, for the both of us." She said little else and let her slender fingers glide upon the water before she would sink down slightly. "I don't want to ruin this, you know. If I make a wrong step I don't want you to disappear because of it..." She murmured before pushing off and floating on her back, letting her gaze run over the sky, watching a red tailed hawk fly across the small body of water.

She said little else as she float on her back, her mind wandering over the future of her, of them, of many things but most importantly Brandon. It wasn't wise, what she was getting herself into, but it felt right to her and maybe that was all that mattered to her. Her Father once told her that life was nothing to live for without taking few risks and today was the start of something new, of taking a few risks in life and really starting to live to the fullest.

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Brandon chuckled.
"Thanks."
Brandon nodded.
"You're right. We have a good arrangement going, so we shouldn't mess it up."
He watched as she floated across the lake.

After awhile, Brandon got out.
"I need to put these in the dryer for tonight."
He headed back to the house, taking a towel off of the clothesline to dry himself and hold his wet trunks. After changing into some new clothes in the guest bedroom, he tossed them into the dryer and set it. He went back outside and crouched at the lake.
"About the arrangement, though...we need to talk some business."

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She watched him leave out of the corner of her eye and by the time he would return, she was sitting on the shore of the lake looking out over the water. She wasn't entirely sure if he'd come back or not, she figured he'd be napping or something before tonight's fight. As it was, he ended up coming back, but he wanted to talk business now. Had she done something wrong? Or was he just trying to establish some solid ground?

"Right, business, yeah." She said shortly, taking a hold of a small rock and skipping it across the lake. In the end, her Dad did run a business...and technically Brandon was an employee, sort of. She twirled a lock of hair around her finger watching the rock skip only a few times before plopping down into the water. Her entertainment was short-lived but perhaps it was better that way. She turned her head, devoting her full attention to whatever Brandon was about to share with her.

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Brandon sat down on the ground, his legs out in front of him with his forearms resting on his knees. He looked over the water, the bright sun glinting off of it, and the small ripples fading out from the rock that Chloe had skipped.
"I really appreciate everything that you've done for me. But, I can't just accept food and a place to stay as my only payment."
He picked up a rock and skipped it.
"I'm doing three jobs here; fighter, bouncer, and farmhand."

"I left New York looking for a new venue to fight in. I made great money, and still have enough saved to live on. Still, it doesn't feel right to be doing three jobs for no monetary gain. My manager, Roger Adlon, would have flipped shit if he knew that I didn't get paid for last night's fights. I figure that the food and shelter is payment for two of my jobs, and the cash can be the payment for the third one. I won't ask for much, as this country bar you work in is nowhere near as wealthy as the fight club I came from."

Brandon skipped another rock.
"I want twenty-five dollars a night, cash. That's the lowest I can go and still fell like it's reasonable on both ends. For that, you get a fight every night, bouncer duty every night, and a solid worker on the farm during the day. That's a hell of a deal, I think."
He stood up.

"So, those are my terms. I don't know if you need to talk it over with your dad first or what, but I'd like an answer today."
He stood up.
"I need to get warmed up for tonight's fight. I'll see you in a bit."
Brandon headed off to the barn, where he had moved his heavy bag and barbells.

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She listened to him quietly, having shifted from his kind and warm self to a cold businessman. Of course, she understood his position but there was only so much she could do. Her Father barely broke even from the place, she'd find a way to convince him somehow though. "Right, see you later then." She murmured and slowly stood up, brushing a bit of the Carolina clay from her thighs and walked up towards the house. Upon walking in she noticed her Dad's stuff, he was home. With a nod she headed upstairs to get a shower and get changed. She slid on a form-fitting pair of jeans, tanktop, and as always her worn leather boots.

"Chloe? That you?" She heard the familiar gruff voice call from down the stairs and like the Daddy's girl she was, she bolt down the brief descent and tackled her Father with a hug. He smiled and gave her a tight hug in return before setting her down. "What's this I hear about you and some guy last night? A new fighter?" Chloe blushed but tried not to let on to anything. "Yeah, he's real great Daddy. I need to talk to you 'bout that anyways. He's wanting to stay, but he's wanting some money...aside from room and board..."

Lenny paused, rubbing his chin for a moment and nodded. "Understandable. Shouldn't be a problem, just sold off that 100 acre lot, gonna invest a good bit of it into the lounge get it up to speed." Chloe nodded lightly as her Father continued. "I'll give him $125 per night, plus room, board, and a bonus at the end of every month." He said calmly before turning back to her. "Also, got you this." He said with a smile, digging in his wallet and pulling out a credit card. "Things are gonna change round here. Got another avenue of income now, aside from that old joint. You go out and shop till you drop or whatever they call it." He said with a smile and ruffled up her still wet blonde curls before heading out.

Chloe was curious about this new business of her Father's but she never asked questions, they'd come into good money before when he'd first opened up the lounge, but he ran into trouble. She never understood just what sort of trouble, but at least now she could turn to Brandon...and since he was getting the money he wanted, it shouldn't have been too much of a hassle.

It was a comfort to know that things were changing, for the better hopefully, and with that happy thought in mind she poured a glass of water and sat down at the small kitchen table, grabbing a small pad of paper and a pen before beginning to write.

'Brandon,

Dad gave the go ahead since his new business venture has panned out alright. $125/night + room + board + monthly bonus. Hope this is alright for you.

- Chloe'

Having written out the note she decided to head into town for awhile and put that new credit card to use.

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Brandon wrapped his knuckles with some leather, so that he wouldn't damage them during the practice. His feet were bare, just as they always were during practice. He eased into the most basic Karate stance, a left seishan, and as he did so, he remembered the first time he ever did it. His father, Thomas "The Fang" Price, world-renowned martial artist and a living legend within the Karate world for founding his own sub-discipline school, had started his son's training at age five. Brandon remembered being in footy pajamas, and his father made him remove the bottom parts. It was chilly in his underwear, but he took up the stance just as his father had taught him.

The Price family had two dojos. One was the private dojo inside the Price family high-rise, hidden behind a bookshelf. The second one was in downtown Manhattan, where the non-family students met and received training. Brandon received his own training in the private dojo, practicing floor movements, doing kata, and sparring with his father. When he reached green belt, he was taken to the public dojo to begin the instructing part of his training. His father and Lucius Kane, the black belt who ran the dojo while Thomas was away, coached him and helped him through tournaments and training.

Brandon got his black belt at eighteen, and continued to hone his skills, learning how to wield ancient Okinawan weaponry and how to execute five second take downs, advanced strikes that were designed to kill an opponent in literally five seconds. One of these was Thomas' most famous move, the source of his nickname and his school's name, The Fang. This move was executed by taking the index finger and middle finger of the fighter's dominant hand and striking the trachea of the opponent, breaking the throat bones in half and causing death by suffocation. Brandon had only used this technique once in a New York pit fight against Danny Mendez, an opponent that used Ketchesketchkan wrestling, a Greco-Roman style of wrestling that specialized in the destruction of bone joints. His own right arm had been broken by Danny, and the guy was going for his neck, intent on killing him. Brandon had killed him in self-defense, and though Danny remained the only man to ever die at his hand, it still haunted him deep in his heart.

A second five second take-down unique to the Fang School was the Shadow Palm, the very move that Brandon used to finish his second fight the night before. It was a palm thrust that when delivered at full impact shattered the sternum of the opponent, using the bones of the enemy to induce a piercing death to the heart and leaving a white palm imprint scar as a mark of death; Brandon had held back on his strike, one of the few death techniques he knew where he could do that, and gave the guy a good chance of living. This move was the source of Brandon's nickname "The Shadow", the first nickname he had taken since he left New York. His old nickname had been "The Dragon", a shortening of his full title "The Dragon of the Underground", his title as the favorite and champion of the New York pit fighting scene. Brandon had to admit that he was enjoying his time here. The fighting and bouncer duty coupled with the farm made him feel like Patrick Swayze in Road House.

Brandon practiced on the bag for about an hour, sweating and drinking some bottled water as he headed to the house. He retrieved his fighting trunks from the dryer, and was headed back into the kitchen. On the table was a note from Chloe, granting him more money than he had asked for, plus some! He was a bit intrigued by the 'new business venture' mentioned in the note, but shrugged. Back in New York, he had fought for the amusement of some very bad men, including his 'boss', Anton Gingrich. If Chloe's dad was mixed up with some illegal activity, it surely couldn't have been as bad as he had all ready been exposed to.

Brandon walked back to the guest bedroom and put his trunks in the gym bag. After showering and changing clothes, he picked up the gym bag and walked out to his car. The drive to the Lounge was uneventful, and he walked in to the place that reeked of alcohol and cigarette smoke. Some patrons greeted him warmly, the fans of the fighting, and others glared daggers at him, the fighters. Brandon stowed his bag in the back and took up a position near the bar. He guessed that he would start his bouncer duty before the fights began.

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Chloe had a lot of fun. It was just that simple as she strolled along the shopfronts and took her sweet time. It was time she start dressing a little less like a farm girl and more like the lady that she was trying to grow into. Instead of the loose fitting sundresses she chose more form-fitting dresses and heels of all things. It took her a moment to find her balance, but walking in the uncomfortable shoes wasn't that horrible...and it certainly was an improvement over the worn out farm boots. Next came her hair, it had to change. She allowed the stylist to cut off a few inches and apply a bit of layering, giving her swooping bangs on the right side that nearly covered her eye. She hardly recognized herself, even after she was shown how to apply eyeliner and just a touch of eye shadow along with other subtle makeup choices.

She wasn't the only one who hadn't recognized the once awkward-looking farm girl as she entered the bar after dropping off her other things at home. A few of the more seasoned fighters that had watched her grow up hardly recognized her but didn't say anything as she walked on by. Her Daddy was there tonight so she didn't have to take any sort of lead, but she was going to start learning if she was going to stay in the family business.

Lenny was off chatting it up with one of his shady associates, tilting back shots of whiskey and slowly letting their senses fade as Chloe would slip behind the bar and start inventory to see what they'd need in next week's shipment. She paid little attention to the others around her and the whispers about her new look from the men and women around the place. Chloe never really had self-esteem problems, she knew she was a pretty girl but today it was rather awkward to feel like the center of the attention and to feel more than just pretty, but she'd phase out of it eventually. With her Father kicking back shots the way he was, it was likely she'd have to take control of things tonight after all.

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Brandon watched as Chloe came in, looking like a completely different person. Her hairstyle was different, and her makeup made her look stunning.
"You look nice tonight," he said as he walked by.
His shift of bouncer duty was not eventful. Everybody was drinking and waiting in participation for the fights. When the time finally did arrive, the fighters began making their way into the back room.

Brandon headed into his room and changed into his fighting shorts. After a few warm-up exercises, he was ready to get in the ring. He almost missed Roger being there to coach him on the fight, but this was his show, and he would do it his way.
"Dad, Roger, these knockouts are for you."
Brandon headed into the back, where he was chosen first to go up against Fred Hawkins. The two fighters entered the rings, and the announcer began his introductions.

"Hey, y'all. This is P.T. Jackson, your announcer for tonight's festivities. This first fight is a showdown between Fred Hawkins, one of our seasoned fighters with an even record, and Brandon Price, the phenomenon who seemed to come out of nowhere and claim two victories last night. Let's see how these two handle each other. Y'all cane begin at any time."
Fred got into his boxing stance, and Brandon assumed a black belt level seishan.

The two moved toward each other somewhat cautiously, both within striking distance. Fred went for a jab, but his fast probing shot was no match for Brandon's even faster counterattack. At the same time that his right hand had shoved down the punch, his left hand punched Fred right between the eyes, number four in the five stages of response for martial artists. Fred fell back like a tree being cut and just laid there. Brandon raised his right arm in celebration of his victory as the crowd cheered.
"That was the fastest knockout that I have ever seen!"

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Chloe hadn't heard Brandon and if she did her mind was elsewhere as his compliment came forth as to her appearance. Her Father was soon passed out in a backroom with one of the Lounge's more distinguished ladies, and even if it bothered Chloe she wouldn't show it. She was collecting payments and getting things done, a total 180 from her usual personality. She realized with her Dad's lifestyle and new business ventures he might not be there forever and this was all she had going for her should he have any sort of unfortunate accident.

It wasn't too hard, just don't make eye contact, she knew that lesson well. As long as she kept her pretty icey hues down at the floor or somewhere, anywhere besides the gaze of the men, she'd be fine. If anything the new appearance gave her an edge tonight, people barely recognized her and when they did they were stunned for words for a moment. Usually, she had trouble collecting any kind of payment, but tonight with a confident tone she got exactly what she wanted, when she wanted. Nobody got free drinks because she was too shy to say no, they payed full price for everything, including tickets to watch the fight. If this was going to be a business, Chloe was dang sure it was going to be a profitable one.

There was one thing though that could draw the young woman out of her business ventures if but for a single moment, and that was Brandon fighting in the ring. She told herself she wouldn't be so easy to get from now on, but he made it hard to look away as she stopped what she was doing at the very moment and took a seat at the table, gazing across the room into the small ring where he won, it seemed like in a matter of seconds. She wasn't some lovestruck little girl, no, she saw the business and personal gains from pursuing any sort of amiable relationship with the young fighter, partnership if nothing else. It would come to term eventually, and she'd be ready when it did. He needed something and they needed him, her more so than anyone else in consideration, for fear of being alone without her Father if nothing else.

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Brandon watched as Chloe took care of business. He wondered where Lenny was, as he should have been manning the bar. Chloe had changed in appearance, and he had sensed a change in her personality. It wasn't something he was sure he liked. Sure, he understood that he would have to hold off on romance until she was of age, and of course, she would have to take charge for the bar. But who she was when he first came had been so refreshing, and he did not want to see that slip away.

Brandon left the ring, as it was the time for another round of opponents to go at it. He found his room and changed into his street clothes before approaching the table where Chloe was sitting at.
"Hey, Chloe. Where's your dad?"
He did a quick look around to make sure that no one was misbehaving. He then turned back to her with his usual warm smile.

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"Dad is off with one of his special friends." She said quietly, hoping he would understand and wouldn't press any further into the matter than needed. She didn't like her Dad's habits but she wasn't about to ask him to change just for her. "It's...a habit of his. He'll wake up at some point tomorrow and come home, no need to worry until then." She added, adding a soft timid smile to her statement. Despite her ability to form a tough exterior there were certain issues that could break her down in a second, and one of the primary ones was that of her Father. He was everything she had right now and of course she was a bit annoyed at the way he went off at night with women, but who was she to condemn his lifestyle?

"I've got your money, if that's what you're looking for though." She said, walking back behind the bar and unlocking a small safe with a key that hung around her neck. She counted out his money quickly, $125 for the night plus his bonus for the month, $500. She'd never seen that much money at once, but she hoped he'd enjoy the stack of bills as she handed it out to him. "Should be everything. $500 plus $125...$625. You can count it if you want." She said, watching him carefully, anticipating his actions with the money. Would he count it out behind her to make sure she was right? Would he try and make sure the bills were real? She'd double and triple counted it out herself, not wanting to make a fool of herself in front of Brandon, but of course she was still a tad uptight. She felt as if she was still proving herself to him, like maybe toughening up a bit would make him feel better about pursuing anything with her. But what did she know, the only guys she'd ever known were the dim-witted morons that inhabited the lounge every night. Brandon was different, on a whole other intellectual and maturity level, she was still having trouble reading him.

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Brandon instantly understood. Her father had not seemed like that type of man, but really, what did he know about him? People running illegal fights were never choir boys, but the fact that Chloe was such a good girl made him believe that there were two sides of this man playing out at once-the loving father and the man suddenly finding himself in a world of temptation and not being sure what to do about it. Brandon could understand that, and it was only the strong sense of willpower that came from the teachings handed down by family and his own personality that kept him above that. So many great fighters had promising careers either ahead or behind them, and had thrown it away through drugs, drinking, and violent behavior. Brandon had no intention of making that same mistake.

Brandon watched as she unlocked the safe and got the money.
"I didn't come over here for that."
She handed him the money, and he handed it right back to her.
"That $125 is for a whole day's work. I'm still on the clock, so I haven't earned that money yet. As for the $500, that's my monthly bonus. I should work the rest of the month to earn it, so pay me that at the end of the month."

Brandon was sensing that maybe he had come on too strong with asking for money. One of the biggest reasons that he had asked for a paycheck was so that Roger would not gripe to him about not being paid. From the beginning, Brandon and Roger had seen things differently, with the former focused on the fighting and the latter focused on the money. Adding to Roger's somewhat overbearing nature on it was the falling out they had over Brandon leaving the New York pit fighting scene. This way he could show that he was making some money and keep Roger off of his back. It was not greed that motivated his asking for money, it was only a desire to avoid headaches.

Brandon's true pay was all in his heart. It satisfied his desire to get better, to live up to the esteemed legacy of the Price Family. His great-grandfather had been a champion in the old style of bare-knuckles boxing, his grandfather had been a champion amateur wrestler, and among other things, his father had been a champion in the UFC. Brandon had achieved his own championship in the New York underground, but he had a need to continue honing his skills and getting better. He had to face down everyone he could find and prove himself a better fighter, as well as be a person of exemplary character. That is what it means to be a Price.

But there was much more to it than that. The home, a more-or-less legitimate job, and a woman that he loved with all of his heart. The simple things that every man wants. Brandon placed the money in her hand, and took her hand underneath with his.
"You really look great. I came over just to tell you that."

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Chloe had fully expected him to take the money, examine it thoroughly and head back to work...that is exactly what everyone else did. Ah, but slowly she was beginning to realize she could not reasonably lump Brandon in with the rest of the half-wits that frequented the lounge. He was above them in more ways than one and he just couldn't stop proving that to her, most likely with little effort on his part in doing so.

"Right...yeah, Dad insisted I pay you tonight, the monthly bonus to keep you here." She said, flashing him a gentle smile as she looked him over one last time. She could tell there was a sense of pride there in family, one she'd never known. Their last name didn't matter, her Father cared for her, but he was a greedy man...a good, but greedy man. Eventually, she did realize that a day might come when she might not be able to stay anymore, but that day wasn't today...an until that day would come, she would do her best to keep the lounge going and earning a profit.

Even as she admired his pride, his next words widened her eyes and caused her to run a hand through her new bangs wishing they swept low enough to hide the rosy glow forming upon her cheeks. "I..." She began, chewing on her lip for a moment in thought. Should she thank him? Act snobby? How does one flirt? Instead of the confident girl that had managed to emerge earlier in the night, it was the old Chloe. The innocent farm girl who barely knew a thing other than riding and being kind decided to make her appearance for the night. So much so, that it would be a rather painful series of seconds filled with mild stuttering and those pretty icy hues flickering around the room before she would manage a reply. "Thanks...I mean, I wanted a new look...something different." She said, beaming with pride inside that he thought she was pretty. Everyone else had been whispering it, so why was it his opinion that mattered? Chloe was beginning to understand just how confusing life could be, especially when romance was thrown in for good measure.

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Brandon chuckled.
"Tell him he doesn't need to worry. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."
His compliment brought out the young woman he had first come to know, the girl that he was falling in love with.
"You should stick with it. It suits you."

Brandon let go of her hand.
"I should get to work."
He headed over to the bar and leaned on the wall, taking up his position. Most were drawn into the fight, which had become a slug fest. One of the fighters did fall, and the other fighter claimed victory. One of the patrons got up and threw down his ticket, clearly incensed that he had lost money.

The patron then began climbing the fencing on the arena, apparently trying to win his money back by beating the other fighter. Brandon was over to the ring in a flash, pulling the guy off of the fence. The patron swung at him, which Brandon dodged by moving his head before trapping him in a headlock that immobilized both his head and his arm. Brandon walked through the exit doors before putting the patron outside. The guy continued to try and strike at him, but his own drunkenness and Brandon's reflexes saw his moves deflected, and the guy was soon taking a walk. Back inside the club, the fighter approached the fence.

"Thanks for that. But now I want to see what you're made of, Shadow."
Brandon nodded and headed to the back to change. He was soon in the ring, and P.T. Jackson got on the horn for his usual introductions.
"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's match is between cage veteran Tim Guthrie and our undefeated newcomer, Brandon "The Shadow" Price. Y'all cane begin at any time."

Tim approached cautiously. He had apparently been watching Brandon's previous three fights, and knew that his opponent was very dangerous. When he did approach, he threw a right straight. Brandon turned his body to avoid it, using a kick to sweep both of Tim's legs out from under him. While Tim fell, Brandon traced his leg up to a backwards "C", and then the heel came crashing down on Tim's face for the knockout. Brandon raised his right arm in victory before leaving the cage.

Brandon went back to his room and changed back into his street clothes. He approached Chloe with a smile.
"I'm feeling hungry, babe. You think you could get me one of those awesome burgers that you gave me last night?"

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He liked her look, of course she was sticking with it! She watched him quietly before he would let go of her hand and head off to work. As long as he was around, she was fairly certain the lounge would never be unmanageable. She had yet to see anything this man couldn't do, besides riding a horse, that she still held the upper hand in. She offered him a nod of approval before turning off and walking over to the bar. She had to ask to men to leave who listened to her for once, especially when she used Brandon as a threat if they refused to leave.

However, just because she was working didn't mean she wasn't keeping an eye on the ring. She would watch him move, amazed how he fought so perfectly. Safety would never be a concern in their relationship, she had a feeling she was very well protected. He won, as always, and when he came back he came to her and asked her for a burger.

"A burger, yeah s--- did you call me babe?" She asked, having started to the kitchen she quickly turned back around cheeks ablaze as she stared up to him. He called her Babe, right? Did that mean something or was it just casual? She would pause for only a moment longer before darting into the kitchen from his sight. She wasn't offended, it made her feel rather nice to be called such an affectionate nickname, but she wasn't sure he meant it that way.

"And you'll have?" One of the cooks asked, grinning from ear to ear at the blushing blonde before him. "Burger." She said quickly. "Make it perfect." She added, before taking a deep breath and slowly making her way back out to pour him a cold glass of water, holding it out to him. "Should be ready soon...you looked fantastic out there, by the way." She said, doing her absolute best to flirt...she thought she was doing a pretty good job. "In your fighting clothes...I mean while you were fighting and...you were perfect." She said, hopping onto the bar to sit and crossed her legs with a soft smile.

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Brandon smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, I did."
Her cheeks had turned bright red, and it made him happy that she responded so well to his affection. While she went back to ask for the burger, he took a seat at his usual table. She brought him a glass of cold water, which went down fantastically after all of the fighting that he had done. When she started flirting with him, he felt really happy.

He decided to clarify something with her, as he was sure she was wondering.
"When I called you 'babe' back there, I meant it affectionately."
He sipped some more water.
"I think I've done enough fighting tonight. After my burger, I'm going to chill out with some bouncer duty."
Looking at her right then, Brandon wanted to rub her face affectionately, but did not want to do in public, where people could see that and talk about it.

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She turned her head to glance around the lounge as he spoke, feeling rather lovely sitting upon the bar with slender legs crossed in a most dignified manner. Dignified was what she was going for, but she doubt she really achieved that goal since she was in a shady bar with men who knocked eachother's lights out for a living...while people paid to watch. That was a little far from dignified to most people.

However, she could have been anywhere in the world as long as her newfound companion was by her side. He was so fantastically lovely, that charming smile of his, she loved seeing it. And, to top it all off, she hadn't messed up her first go at flirting. He didn't laugh at her and while she knew her efforts were well deserving of a good laugh, she was thankful he didn't.

"Thanks for letting me know." She answered finally, after an awkward pause of chewing on her bottom lip in thought. Alright so he clarified, he was being affectionate with her, great start. "Sounds like a plan. Tonight is going to be a late one, and with Dad passed out I'm glad I have you here to help. His liver is going to give out one day, a bedtime snack should not consist of 3 cans of beer and countless bottles of whiskey." She began, but soon realized she was venturing beyond any sort of romantic talk...but it was hard. To be an adequate romantic partner it would be assumed that you have your life somewhat together...and Chloe didn't in the slightest. She had spent the past couple years making up for her Dad's screw-ups. If it wasn't for her, the lounge would have caved by now...but it was so tiring to keep up someone else's dream.

"I'm still confused as to why you've stayed, surely you could be a millionaire living in a mansion if you fought elsewhere..." She said quietly, still curious as to what made him give up the potential for greatness outside of such a podunk little town.