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Evenings at the Fight Club

Evenings at the Fight Club

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A rough and rowdy night club plays host to a brutal event every night, with two taleneted brawlers supposedly going hand to hand against eachother.

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Introduction

Every night, Lenny’s Rough and Tough lounge is the place to be in the sleepy city of Pickens, South Carolina. Fighters from all around come to test their skills against the best in the small caged in arena. It is owned by Lenny Taylor who is often accompanied by his daughter, Chloe Taylor.
Although 17, she has no issues handling the scenes that go on in front of her every night. She plays the role of everything from bartender to medic as the fights run their course.

Lenny is a kind older man, who enjoys watching the good brawls that go on. But mind you, this is not a place for the faint hearted. Anyone from the audience may be called up to fight. For what price? Well the winners get a free meal…oh and just the whole glory and honor thing.

However, just a couple nights ago a man was stabbed in the match…he died. Local cops are not exactly the most honorable and shrugged the mishap to the side. This has brought a whole new level of fighting to the Lounge….with matches now having the possibility of switchblades drawn the club has taken on a new name. Less and less people are willing to fight….but the ones who do tempt fate are considered town heroes.

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She took the clipboard and her face went pale as Kenny snatched it from her hand, holding it above her. She rolled her eyes and placed her hands on those delicate curves of hers “Hey now…you best be handing that down here or no free drinks for anyone tonight…at all…” He quickly handed it back down to her,Chloe softly grunting as she took it gently from her hand. She arched a brow seeing he had scribbled her name beside his for his match. “Haha…funny…” He smirked and cocked his to the side as his lips curved into sly smile “I thought it was…you know the roster is final…”

Chloe growled softly and whacked him over the head with the clip board “And this clip board will go up your ass if you don’t settle down…all of you are little kids! I’m here stressing out and every single one of you make it ten times worse!”

She climbed onto the barstool , quite unlike herself to be so angry or to even put herself in the spotlight…there people had never seen her lose her temper before. “Now I don’t want trouble tonight….or I swear my tiny little foot will go up all your asses tonight…even though some of you would enjoy that..” She smirked and continued “If anyone gets seriously hurt tonight I swear things will change around here…and I’m talking about rainbow and unicorn kind of change! Got it!?”

They all just stared up at her as she began her normal blushing, dipping into a light curtsey before jumping off the barstool “Alright y’all go ahead and start…”

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Brandon was slightly amused when Chloe lost her temper. It seemed that the timind girl could be quite feisty at times. He found it kind of disturbing that she would loop him in with the rest of these idiots, but he guessed her temper got the better of her sometimes. Standing up, he turned and pointed to Kenny.
"I'll start with you, blade boy."
Brandon bumped into him as he passed on his way to the arena.

The ring was nothing but a small cage, but it would be room enough for him. Kenny swaggered out, obviously confident that his little toy made him invincible. He was about to see that a weapon is only good if you can hang onto it. The country music suddenly cut out as an announcer came on.
"Hey, y'all, and welcome to the festivities. This is P.T. Jackson, and I'll be your announcer for tonight."

P.T. glanced at the clipboard, which Chloe had been kind enough to provide for him.
"In one corner, we have Kenny, the self-proclaimed "master of the blade". He has one win through death, and is looking to carve out another one tonight."
The audience cheered a little bit, though some were a bit weary of Kenny.
"In the other corner, we have a newbie to the circuit. His name is Brandon Price, our very own Shadow of South Carolina."

As the audience cheered at the arrival of fresh blood, P.T continued his announcements.
"He looks strong, and I think I speak for everyone in this room when I say that I am interested to see just what he can do. Y'all cane begin at any time."
Brandon assumed a left kibadachi, or horse stance, while Kenny edged closer with the knife. He swung at him a couple times, but Brandon managed to avoid the swipes. One one lunge, Brandon shoved his hand aside with his right hand, spun, and connected with a chop to Kenny's neck.

Woozy, Kenny could not recover before Brandon did a crescent foot kick that knocked the knife out of his hand. Being small, it went through the holes in the cage and landed outside of the arena. Brandon then kept going with the spin and propelled his other foot into his stomach, knocking Kenny on his back. Kenny tried to get up, but all hopes of that were crushed when Brandon brutally stomped him in the face a single time, knocking him out. Brandon raised his right arm in acknowledgement of his victory, and the crowd roared with approval.
"Brandon Price is the victor, and it was a damn good fight, in my humble opinion."

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Chloe watched in amazement as he fought,nearly entranced by his talents. He was so graceful…and fearless in his fights. She knew well that she couldn’t face a cold blooded killer knowing he was such…she knew deep down he would win but she was on the edge of her seat the whole time. She leaped into the air cheering loudly each time he landed a punch…she didn’t realize how much of a scene she was making.

When his victory was announced she ran over to him,pouncing him with a hug as she kissed his cheek. “Oh I was so scared…you were amazng…but you could have been killed…” She settled down long enough to whisper softly in his ear “Watch out for Kenny…he’s a sore loser…” She hoped and prayed that he would take her advice…so many thought the fight was over once the announcer had declared a winner but it was never the case. There was rarely a fighter who knew how to take a loss with grace…quite a pity.

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Brandon had just lowered his arm and prepared to exit the arena when Chloe pounched on him. He hugged her back, and he appreciated the kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you. I know I could have, but thankfully, I was able to keep that from happening."
She told him that Kenny might try to come at him outside of the arena, but he just laughed and shook his head.
"Oh, I think he'll accept his loss out of fear, if nothing else."

He walked into the training room and placed his clothes back on before sitting down at the bar.
"So, what's my payout for winning the fight, little lady?" Brandon asked with a smile as he looked at her.
He was not asking to get as much money as he had in New York, and he had enough left to live on for at least a couple months, but he hoped to at least get some amount of cash. Brandon was not the type to ask to be paid in sex, so he wondered, if not cash, what else could they pay him in?

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She blushed a deep red…did he want sex? Oh she was still a virgin…and the whole waiting for Love thing…oh my well she did have an idea. Her Father had let fighters stay before and he would be a good source of protection… “Well…we could provide you a stay free of rent…as long as you either fought regularly or worked as a bouncer. You could even eat and drink for free at the bar…speaking of which you want anything to drink to celebrate? I would be happy to fetch you one…”

She had to fight hard to keep her eyes from wandering…those glimmering blue hues although innocent were indeed curious of what she had never seen much of before. She finally turned around,her chest heaving up and down as she smoothed down her dress. “Let me know when you are dressed Sir…and if you need any fresh clothes I will see what I can do”

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Brandon smiled a bit as she blushed. Apparently, she thought that he would ask for her as his reward. He was grateful, however, that she ofered other means of payment.
"That sounds great, Chloe. It sounds a lot better than the hotel that I was going to stay at."
When she offered him free food and drink, he thought he had died and gone to heaven.

"Well, that sounds great, too. I have every intention of fighting regularly, so I'll do that and some bouncer duty to pay for my rent. I'll pass on the drink, but I would love a cheeseburger. I feel famished."
He figured that they had all ready offered him so much that he could not possibly ask for more than he had to.
"If you have a washing machine, I'll just use that. I have a whole bag of clothes in my car."

He smiled and leaned forward.
"Be sure to bring mt a Pepsi with that meal, would you, doll?"
He got up and walked over to the table where he would sit at to take his meal. He then leaned back in the booth and watched as another fight commenced.

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She nodded quickly and rushed off to prepare his meal, a goofy grin on her face the entire time. One of the cooks tilted his head at her “What’s got you all smiley baby girl?” Chloe blushed as she hopped up on the counter waiting for the meal to be fixed. “He called me doll? Is that a good or bad thing?” She was a bit panicked not sure what to think until he smiled softly “It’s a good thing hun…” She nodded and took the plate as the food was laid out. Before she left she turned to the cook once more “Is my hair okay?” He chuckled yet again and popped her rump “Get out there silly girl you look beautiful”

She rushed to his booth and sat his food and drink down at the table with a soft smile. “There ya go…hope you like it “ She slid across from him and fiddled around with seemingly nothing…just twiddling her thumbs idly as she hummed softly, a most beautiful tone as she lifted her gaze to the fighters too embarrassed to let those curious light blue hues of hers fall upon Brandon again.

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Brandon thanked Chloe as she slid the burger and drink across the table to him. He took a bite of the burger, and it was delicious. He opened his Pepsi and took a swig of it before he returned to eating. Chloe was not facing him, her eyes focused on the match ahead. Brandon was not one to be presumptuous, but he had a feeling that Chloe had a crush on him. Her shy attitude and the way she had acted after his victory were sure signs, but he was not sure what to do about her feelings.

He took another bite of his burger and looked at the match. The fighters were muscular men who were street fighting, and while entertaining to the other bar patrons, he found it to be quite dull. Matches like this always came down to who landed the most punches, not who was the more skilled fighter. So, as the black muscle man knocked out the white muscle man with a punch across his jaw, Brandon turned away. However, his attention was drawn back as the black man stepped forward and pointed at him.
"Hey, pretty boy!"

Brandon looked at him, and the man sneered at him contemptuously.
"Kenny was a joke, a good-for-nothing punk with a knife. If you're really so tough, you'll step in this ring and throw down with me."
Brandon smiled, amused by his arrogance. Having good looks made him a pretty boy? Standing up, he walked up to the arena cage.

"OK, meathead. I'll step into the ring with you."
Brandon opened the door and closed it behind him as he stepped inside.
The thug cracked his knuckles, then snarled as he began throwing punches at him. Brandon moved his upper body to dodge the punches effortlessly, jumping back out of his reach. The thug sneered at him once more.

"What's wrong, pretty boy? Are you afraid to throw a pun-"
All of a sudden, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped open. Blood started to pour out of his mouth, and he collapsed to the floor, laying on his back. His eyes were half-closed, and he was moaning in pain. Nonchalantly, Brandon turned and walked out of the arena, going back to his meal.

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Chloe didn’t know what to do around Brandon…or for that matter how she even felt about him. She knew something was different but she had so much to think about and well she wasn’t much to like. She barely spoke and was a clumsy mess. She was about to speak when he was challenged to another fight, she was a bit angry but she just watched on as it ended almost instantly.

She was amazed with the ease with which he simply made his way back to the table and continued his meal. She probably should have checked on the fighter but she sure as Hell wasn’t going over there all alone. It was not only out of her personality but it was just plain stupid walking into a group of fighters especially when you are a 5’4” 17 year old blonde.

She watched as he finished, taking the dishes away as she tilts her head “We have really good apple pie if you want some? It will only take a second to grab” She held the dishes with relative ease as her blonde locks fell in front of her eyes…quite a problem as she blew a soft breath of air upon them, trying to get them to move from her line of vision.

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Brandon looked aat her and smiled as she mentioned apple pie.
"That would be great, but before you get it, you should call an ambulance. The guy is a dumb musclehead, so I held back on my attack. Still, I cracked his sternum, and it's only a matter of time before parts of it break off and penetrate his internal organs. From there, he could rupture and bleed to death internally. He'll be all right, though, if you get him to the hospital within the next hour."
Brandon calmly sipped his Pepsi as blood from the guy's mouth started to pool around him.

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Chloe turned to see what Brandon had been talking about…blood why did she look? She stood up nodding to him ,not long before the color drained from her delicate features. “I…I will call..in…” She plopped back down in the booth sliding her cell phone across the table to him. “Please…I don’t…” Without another word she sprinted down the hallway into the bathroom.

Blood was not something she could see…and it was indeed a miracle she hadn’t fainted. When she was feeling better she walked back down the hall, to the booth plopping down roughly. “Sorry…I have issues…with blood” She blushed and rest her arms on the table, laying her head on top. She mumbled something as she rest her head, it wasn’t really audible by anyone barely even herself as she tried to force her body to settle down.

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Snow laid outside the bar with his head rested on his paws, looking lazy and content with his own comfort and surroundings. His ears twitched as he heard laughing and shouting from inside the bar. It was a nice night out, the starts were in the sky and the moon was like a hugh bowl of milk, just like one Mr Taylor would usually put out for him. It was strange, but for this night, Snow had not yet seen him.

Snow heard something behind him and looking up, saw Chloe standing in the door way. He lifted his head from his paws and stared up at her, an interrested look upon his face. He began to pant as he saw a smile spread over her face, then she left. Still panting, he watched the door and awaited her arrival. When she came back, Snow saw the slab of meat she held in her hands, letting a slight string of saliva drip from his chin and leak down to the floor, knowing he was about to have his dinner.

Snow began the eat the generous amount of meat she had given him. He didn't scoff it down like a pig, but simply ate it in a calm manner, savouring the flavour of the mouth watering taste. He listened carfully, and heard large footsteps behind him. Looking up once more, he saw the conflict that began between Chloe and this man that had appeared from the allyway. When Chloe had ran away, Snow growled at the man, who backed away and slyed into the bar, straight into the painful fate that awaited him.

Now, Snow once again laid outside the bar alone, looking up at the stars as he kept guard.

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Brandon watched as Chloe got all queasy at the sight of the bleeding thug. As she rushed down the hallway, he shrugged and picked up the phone to call it in. It took only two rings for the dispatcher to pick up.
"911, what is your emergency?"
"I have a man bleeding profusely in the arena at Lenny's Rough and Tough Lounge. He needs medical attention right away."

"Is he still breathing?" she asked, and he could hear keys clacking on the keyboard.
"Yes, he is. He's breathing quite rapidly, though he'll probably slip into unconsciousness soon."
"I've dispatched an ambulance to your location. Please stay on the line with me until the EMTs arrive."
"Yes, ma'am."

The ambulance arrived about seven minutes later, and two uniformed EMTs rushed in with a stretcher and hoisted him up onto it. The musclehead's eyes were unfocused as he was loaded into the ambulance and driven away. He arrived at the hospital not too long afterwards, and immediately rushed into the ER. As the doctor lifted his shirt to examine the wound, everyone drew back. There was a short, jagged carack in his sternum, and outlining that was the imprint of a human palm. It shown brightly against his dark skin, a pale white scar that would never go away.

Brandon put down the phone and patted Chloe on the shoulder.
"Don't worry about it. Most folks get squeamish around blood, and there is no shame in that."
He tilted her head up and smiled charmingly. His hand then began to hold onto her cheek.
"How about splitting an apple pie with me, sweetie?" he asked with a wink.

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Her cheeks had flushed that dark red color at his mention of the word “sweetie.” She tried so hard to avoid revealing her embarrassed state but to no avail. But…the offer of the pie was a tempting one. She couldn’t remember the last time she ate, lunch? She offered a gentle nod, sending her golden tresses into a bit of a bobbing motion as she nodded. “Of course…let me go get it now”

With a soft smile she stood to her feet and stepped into the kitchen…Frank, the cook, had the pie already on the plate with two forks and that sly, cheesy grin upon his face. Chloe took the plate gently from his hand, grabbing a spare hamburger patty as she turned around. It took her no time to walk back over to the booth and set the dessert down. Then, grasping the patty with the napkin she stepped outside laying the meat in front of her beloved pet. She gave him a soft pat on the head the cooed softly “Good Boy Snow….”

She took one last glance at the dog before walking back into the bar, then over to the table. Her fatigue from the night was obvious as she took the fork and began to dig into the slice pie. “Ugh…I can’t wait for this night to be over and Daddy to get better…by the way thanks for tonight. You are a great fighter and a great bouncer” She smiled softly and took another bite, with an air of delicacy and grace that she was taught by her dear Mother.

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Snow let out a huffing sigh as he continued to lay outside the bar. Looking around at the movement of rodents and people on the street, he felt slightly tired and bordom had taken over him. He heard a small click behind him, knowing it was probably a couple of drunks leaving the bar after a night of drinking and knocking ten tonnes of sh.. crap out if each other, but upon turning, he saw the beatiful young Chloe coming towards him with a smile and a raw burger patty in her hand. His two favouirate things coming towards him at once, Bliss.

He lifted his head once again, looking up at her and letting a happy pant make his greeting. Slowly she put the patty down for him, and he gave her a lick on the hand as she did, slowly digging into his snack. "Good boy Snow.." she spoke in a gentle voice, then patted him on the head, to which his eyes closed and his head instinctively pressed against her soft hand. As she began to leave, Snow gave a final glace and barked, making her turn again to look at his furry self. When she looked, he panted with a gaze, then lowered his head back to his paws, letting her return to whatever it was she was doing in there.

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Brandon smiled and picked up a piece of apple pie, eating it pizza-style. He was a hands-on kind of guy, and did not bother with silverware unless it was absolutely necessary.
"You're welcome. I am a great fighter, and I owe that to my dad."
Brandon continued to eat until the pie was all gone.
"So, are you ready to go home now?" he asked with a smile.

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Brandon smiled and picked up a piece of apple pie, eating it pizza-style. He was a hands-on kind of guy, and did not bother with silverware unless it was absolutely necessary.
"You're welcome. I am a great fighter, and I owe that to my dad."
Brandon continued to eat until the pie was all gone.
"So, are you ready to go home now?" he asked with a smile.

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Chloe chuckled as she watched him down his pie, so rudimentary in some ways and in others he was such a gentlemen. It amazed her…of course seeing her selection at the bar…most any outsider would seem like Prince Charming.

As he finished she nodded gently “Mhm…could I bum a ride with you? I hate walking home in the dark…” She hadn’t even thought of herself walking alone at night…a dangerous feat for this town and her gender.

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Brandon nodded and stood up, walking with her out to his car. He unlocked the driver's door and got inside, starting it. When Chloe was inside the car, he turned to her.
"So, could you give me directions to your place? I'm new in town and don'y know the way."
He began backing up the car, cutting the wheel to the right.

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Chloe nodded gently and set some food out for Snow before locking the doors to the bar. She knelt down at his side and gave him a soft pat on the head as he ate his treat “Now Snow…you be a good boy and guard the bar…I will see ya tomorrow” She placed a soft kiss on his head before getting into the car with Brandon.

“It’s real easy, you just take a right out of the bar and keep going down the road…the road to the farm is the first one…a dirt road on the right I suppose about a quarter of a mile down” She smiled softly as her tone was quiet and sweet at the same time. Making sure he was able to follow the directions she guided him down until they had reached the end of the dirt road.

All around were fences and the fresh smell of barn animals. Chloe smiled softly as one of the bulls plodded up to the fence as they got out of the car. She stepped over to him patting him softly on the nose before turning to Brandon. “Well this is home…75 head of cattle,9 horses,11 goats, and whatever else my Father finds himself inclined to buy at the auctions…”

With a soft chuckle she led up to their front porch,quietly slipping inside the small farm house. In a soft tone she whispered “Daddy is asleep so be real quiet…he is on some medications right now and he’s awful grumpy is he’s awakened” She smiled softly and took his hand leading him up the stairs to a small room. The room was obviously hers…with the pink bed sheets and posters of ponies all over the wall. As she turned on the lights, her wide array of blue ribbons from both horse and livestock shows were all over the wall, along with pictures of her as a young girl with her Mother, Father, and even some with Alisa.

“Alright make yourself at home…breakfast is at 8 in the morning I will see you then” She smiled sweetly then turned on her heels walking to the living room downstairs. She was exhausted and simply passed out on the couch without a second thought, sleeping the whole night through.

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Brandon pulled up to the farm and parked his car. The place was total hillbilly paradise, complete with an overabundance of farm animals. Brandon was a city boy, and in hindsight, would have much rather preferred the hotel. But, it was free, and probably more peaceful than the hotel would have been. He stepped out of the car and followed her into her room. It was the girliest place he had ever seen, but vthe trophies and everything showed that she really cared about this place. He left the room and set himself up in the guest room, falling asleep instantly.

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Chloe rather ungracefully rolled off the couch the next morning, rubbing her eyes as she sleepily made her way upstairs. She took a quick shower and did her whole morning routine in the bathroom before slipping into her room holding her towel tightly around her bare form. She grabbed a pair of denim shorts and a tank top before slipping out into the bathroom once again to change. She fought with her hair for a couple minutes before giving up and just leaving it down. She tilted her head as she looked into the mirror then glanced to a rarely used make up case. She decided to give it a go and look a bit more girly today, so with a bit of eye shadow and lip gloss she was ready. Not so much as to make her look like a beauty queen but enough to make any male take a second look.

With a gentle nod to herself she stepped downstairs, taking about 15 minutes to fix some pancakes and bacon. She set everything, including some juice out on the table for Brandon and slid on her paddock boots before sprinting out the door. It was such a hectic morning and by the time she slid grain into all the bins she wanted to just relax. With relaxation on her mind she walked over to her young stallion’s stall and slid his halter on so that she was able to lead him outside.

She wasted no time in warming him up letting the grain settle inside his tummy before moving onto more strenuous exercises. They started over small jumps but were soon leaping over fallen trees and even a picnic table in front of the barn making it all look so easy as the pair simply glided over every obstacle they faced.

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Brandon got up not too long after, shading his eyes from the sun. After a quick shower and shave, he got dressed and went downstairs. Chloe had set up some breakfast, and he was gtaeful as he began to eat. The breakfast was delicious, and the juice was refreshing. Brandon was beginning to change his mind about the farm, deciding that if this was what he would wake up to every morning, it had to be better than a motel. He finished up and went outside for some air.

Air was just what he got. The air was so crisp and cool. Pure was a good word to describe it, unlike the city air he had breathed in for so long. He looked around and spotted Chloe atop a beautiful brown stallion. She skillfully did their exercises, and it was his turn to be amazed. As they approched him, he crossed his arms and smiled.

"You are a talented rider, Chloe. Watching you is pure poetry in motion."
He rubbed the horse's nose, and the looked at her again.
"You look even more beautiful than you did last night. Why don't you come inside and relax with me a little?"
He allowed the invitation to hang in the air, allowing her to feel like the decision was her own.

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Chloe pulled her stallion to a halt and tilted her head a bit “Inside…I can’t stand to be in those four walls right now…care to ride out with me?” She nudged her stallion forward until she stood by a bucket and with a tilted head she waited patiently “It’s easier for people who haven’t ridden much just step up on the bucket and hop on I promise I won’t go too fast…” With a smirk she held tight to the reins and cued the stallion to relax “On second thought…it’s a hot day…give me a couple minutes to go change and I will be right back out!”

She left her stallion standing there knowing well he wouldn’t move an inch while she was gone. Without a word she ran inside and quickly changed into a light blue bikini and slid her sundress over it, not bothering to put her boots back on. She gracefully pulled herself up onto her horse making it look effortless as her sundress draped to the sides of her horse concealing the hidden apparel. “Alright…now I’m ready!”

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Brandon was intrigued by her proposition, so he nodded.
"Sure, why not?" he said cheerfully, "I'm never afraid to try something new."
While she went inside to change, he stepped on the bucket and slung his leg over the horse, settling comfortably on the animal. It took being mounted in stride, which he was glad for. Chloe came back out in a sundress, and he tried not to stare. Since meeting her, he had found himself wondering just where his feelings rested with her.

It had been a long time since he had felt that way about a woman. Like most other young men, he had grown up watching Westerns. Therefore, he knew something about riding a horse. Gripping the bridle, he kicked his heels against the horses sides. However, what he had thought would make it began a slow trot instead spurred it to take off at full speed. Gripping the bridle much harder, he felt the wind whip his face as he tried to slow the horse.

The creature took off for the barn, and Brandon now tried shouting "Whoa" to get it to stop. That, of course, was a failure. He doubted the horse could hear him over the wind, anyway. Turning back, he saw Chloe in the distance, but this was suddenly a more important point. Turning back, his face slammed into the overhanging wall of the barn, hiting his nose and rattling his brain. As tough as Brandon was, he slid off the horse and laid there, trying to keep from blacking out from the pain.

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Loyal, Caring and tough as an old leather boot

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Champion pit fighter from New York. Is a fourth degree black belt in Karate and a force to be reckoned with.

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The stunning yet timid 17 year old daughter of a Fight Club owner.

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Merry Christmas, Arabella, if you celebrate it. If not, I wish you a time of peace and good will.

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