[ the blow hits, but so do david's. they rain down on him. his gut and sides. what he's wearing doesn't offer much protection. maybe he should have kept the jacket on.
evan backs up a step, tries to block, realizes they're still in the goddamned kitchen and then throws himself back at david to try and get hold of an arm and jerk him off balance. toward evan, and then toward the ground. he's a good enough fighter but his worst - best - work is when someone else is on the ground, prone, barely able to protect themselves. unable to stop the endless punches to anything he can reach.
of course, it doesn't work like that with david. still. he's going to try. they're both drunk enough that it might work. ]
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evan backs up a step, tries to block, realizes they're still in the goddamned kitchen and then throws himself back at david to try and get hold of an arm and jerk him off balance. toward evan, and then toward the ground. he's a good enough fighter but his worst - best - work is when someone else is on the ground, prone, barely able to protect themselves. unable to stop the endless punches to anything he can reach.
of course, it doesn't work like that with david. still. he's going to try. they're both drunk enough that it might work. ]