03-22-2019, 01:11 AM
Mik waved him off with a laugh. "So it's straight to the street fighting first? Jeez, buy a guy a drink first or something, doll."
In the locker rooms he found some one who seemed to work there. By which he meant he was standing there with his thumb up his ass since the boss couldn't see him. "Heya Motya. Big man out there said you could hook me up with something to fight in." Boyo shot him a look that was totally not part of customer service training before walking off.
What the hell, man? Walkins were walkins. He doubted people were carrying spare gi's or whatver when when they came in to give it a shot.
Not Boyo's fault, not really. Li probably knew his stuff and could teach it. But dollars to pirogis he was only at this teaching gig a short time. There was something overly manicured about the guy.
Which was fine. Just not what he'd expect from the head of a dojo or whatever.
Anyway, gi was nice and loose, though perhaps the material rougher than he expected. He imagine there'd be a lot of face and neck burns from holds. All of which meant, stay away from them as often as possible.
If you have two people and one is bring held, well...better to be the outside spoon, was all he was saying. He smirked at the thought. Wonder which one Old Man River ended up being. Lucky bastard. Maybe he should cultivate the quiet brooding persona too.
Be nice to get some silk ones, though. Next job he took. If this panned out. He didn't mind blowing off steam. And then, when he's recovering, he can hear about these monsters.
Mik came out barefoot onto the mat. "Alright boss. Now what?"
In the locker rooms he found some one who seemed to work there. By which he meant he was standing there with his thumb up his ass since the boss couldn't see him. "Heya Motya. Big man out there said you could hook me up with something to fight in." Boyo shot him a look that was totally not part of customer service training before walking off.
What the hell, man? Walkins were walkins. He doubted people were carrying spare gi's or whatver when when they came in to give it a shot.
Not Boyo's fault, not really. Li probably knew his stuff and could teach it. But dollars to pirogis he was only at this teaching gig a short time. There was something overly manicured about the guy.
Which was fine. Just not what he'd expect from the head of a dojo or whatever.
Anyway, gi was nice and loose, though perhaps the material rougher than he expected. He imagine there'd be a lot of face and neck burns from holds. All of which meant, stay away from them as often as possible.
If you have two people and one is bring held, well...better to be the outside spoon, was all he was saying. He smirked at the thought. Wonder which one Old Man River ended up being. Lucky bastard. Maybe he should cultivate the quiet brooding persona too.
Be nice to get some silk ones, though. Next job he took. If this panned out. He didn't mind blowing off steam. And then, when he's recovering, he can hear about these monsters.
Mik came out barefoot onto the mat. "Alright boss. Now what?"
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods