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of the eyes in this room so you can do to me what I know you’ll be thinking about until this time tomorrow. Just don’t lose too much sleep, I don’t like mine dead.”
    “Oh! You’ll be the one that’s dead, buddy.” He snuffed a laugh turning his back and walking out.
    “Wholly mother goddess! Did I really just witness that? That boys got you cracking,” Jos laughed.
    “Seriously! Mother of fuck! The only thing you just witnessed Jocelyn, is a boy that is so gonna fall by my hand to his knees and beg for me not to ensue more. Can you believe him? No one talks to me like that and gets away with it, not unscathed anyway, and the fucker didn’t even pay me.” She reeled.
    “He’ll pay and a higher price I’m sur e. Let’s go get some shots. Screw this place for the day!”
    “Agreed! You coming Gwen?” Gwen was third in the pact; pretty much the omega and the best thing to clean up messes; all of them not just the physical ones. She has a way about her just to state the facts without judgment. She was almost like the mother hen, standing back letting her kids make their own mistakes than just stating the obvious they didn’t see.
    “Na, go ahead, I’ll close up shop.”
    “Thanks chic!”
    Three shots later she began the ‘text tree.’
    Comhrac ~ 11 ~ CHB ~ JP & RD ~ CW & NJ ~ BK & TS
    She needed to beat someone and considering his number wasn’t on the list yet anyone would do. ‘Yet’ She cursed herself. She heard about him but wasn’t sure of him worthy, she sure as hell was now. She wanted to beat him. Bloody! She would get his number tomorrow. She hasn’t felt this uncontrolled since she was nine and that is about to change with her first strike. ‘Fuck it and fuck them,’ she thought then remembered he quoted her motto and it just infuriated her more. She’d loose the fight tonight if she didn’t get it under wraps so she ran the two miles to the fight destination. Leaping onto cars and flipping off, spinning foot first across buildings, hopping trash cans that made her smirk and swinging round house kicks around telephone poles. She stopped a few minutes away and gave some deep breaths collecting herself and slipping into ‘entertaining mode’ before flipping the switch to ‘destroy mode,’ the one where she would enjoy breaking her toys then fixing them, just to throw them away. She sighed, ‘Entertaining. Ha! Wait until you see my real entertaining mode, jerk. '
    She slipped into the C ampus H all B asement (the place she goes for more excitement is on campus; more illegal; more of a rush,) just before 11 o’clock, in stealth. Playing; the silent huntsman, peering around corners, slinking along the hall walls, ducking under windowed doors and scurrying the long stretches. When she finally reached the basement she was running on pure deviled excitement. This was her thing, her savior, her out. She scrambled threw the crowd, making herself unnoticed until the table platform that was set up in the middle and she drawled out as she hopped up on it, “Alright! Alright you pansies! Let’s get this show on the road! No one’s gonna make a buck if the waters stagnate and the animals are all dead! Who would be entertained? We want the loch ness monster, the crocodile king and the whittle ole lamb about to be devoured! Everyone knows the deal; pay the pretty ladies in red dresses to place your bets. No going in the ring or you will no longer be let in the circle. The winner is the one who don’t get knocked out first. You can tap out but you will no longer get a chance at a knock out. The list of three fights went out on your phones, JP & RD, CW & NJ, BK & TS. Pick your fights, pick your bets, send in your texts. An ‘ok’ will be sent back with your payments. Enjoy the night of good fights!”
    She jumped down and took her stance, closed her eyes and felt the first two fights. She could tell who landed what punch and when, who swung a kick and how. She felt the whispers of movement