[ evan falls back, catches himself, stays half-crouched on the floor as the alcohol and confusion and anger roil in him like they're about to make him sick. why did he bring david back here to fight? why not just go out back behind the bar and throw down?
even if he was capable of verbalizing the problem, he wouldn't. instead: ]
No fucking room.
[ his own stupid decision. and it's a good justification. they're both going to get their skulls cracked open fighting in a space like this. right? ]
no subject
even if he was capable of verbalizing the problem, he wouldn't. instead: ]
No fucking room.
[ his own stupid decision. and it's a good justification. they're both going to get their skulls cracked open fighting in a space like this. right? ]