Zipper’s couple's retreat
#1

FIGHT NIGHT
outfit


Now, this was possibly the most Were thing that ever could Were. That it was a thing at all seemed almost impossible. Like something out of some comic book or anime. A fucking Were only fight club, seriously? But here they were, in the flesh, packed into an establishment that smelled like a zoo and then some. He stuck close to Alice for the sake of not losing her in the mess, but privately, the raccoon was not entirely sure about being in such close proximity to so many larger predators.

What a way to embark on one of Alice's first legal bar experiences. They had drinks in hand already, and both of their names were entered. Settled in one of the rows, Asher perched with his ass on the top of the chair, and his feet in the seat of it. Elbows braced against his knees, he went from looking to Alice, and scanning the area around them. It was between fights, and the next pairing was soon to be announced. A few fights had already gone by, and Asher was eager to get in the ring.

"Do you think you're gonna do your weird two leg thing?" He questioned her.


@Alice + Anyone who wants to cameo :3

#2

Outfit



There was no better way to close off her birthday week with anything other than a Were fight night. Every nerve in her body was shaking with excitement as her eyes wander over all the unfamiliar faces. It was kind of alarming just how many Weres there were out there that she hadn't even met before, the raccoon stiff and jittery at the fact that 9 out of ten of them were predators.

This was the perfect place for them to make friends as they had discussed previously, get some Were connections in the city and be less on their own.

Only, she didn't really know where to start with all of that, and so for the moment, she would stick close to Asher with a beer held between both hands. She could watch a few fights first before putting herself out there, right? Sitting herself down besides Asher, in the way a chair was supposed to be sat in, Alice's eyes would only move away from the fight as Asher piped up a question.

"Not sure yet." She hummed thoughtfully, "guess it just depends on how strong my opponent is." She would much prefer no shifting though, so she could enjoy the rest of the evening after the fight and not spend a couple hours sleeping it off.
#3
That made sense. "Yeah, there's some pretty strong motherfuckers here. Wonder what your odds will be like that." He mused, then peered over absently at the betting booth. "You wanna bet? Doesn't have to be a ton."
#4
Was he implying that she couldn't take on every motherfucker in this building? She'd beat the shit out of Asher as a human, she imagined that she could do the same to just about anyone else, even if they were a tad bit stronger.

Glancing towards the betting booth, Alice had half the mind the say no, but a part of her was kinda curious as to who all was fighting. She didn't know many other Weres but if there was someone that she knew would win a fight, she didn't mind throwing a couple bucks in.

Maybe leave with a bit more money in her pocket.

"Sure we can take a look." She decided, rising from her seat and making her way over.

It would only take a moment for her to notice to very distinct names sitting besides one another on the list. "Holy fuck, look."
#5
First he stood on the seat of the chair, effectively standing taller than anyone in the room for a few moments, but hopped down in on stepping leap after her as she forged ahead. Eyes wandering to various faces and nose drawing in assorted smells, he hardly focused on the listings until she drew his attention. "What?"

And, plain as day, their names were side by side. Not... really? "Are you serious? This can't mean we're fi-"

And, like magic, the voice that had been announcing pairings to come up all night broke into the din of the arena. Alice White and Asher Lindsay. Asher glowered toward the source of the voice, affronted and, honestly, kind of disappointed. He didn't want to fight Alice! He'd come here to kick ass! Not that he minded hitting her; they'd well established they weren't above that. But how fucking boring. "Aw, man!" He clicked his tongue, head shaking. Aware that they had about a minute to get up there, he lingered a few moments.
#6
It was kinda bullshit that she had to fight the same man that she had fought several times before.

Bullshit that she had to feel every punch that landed, regardless if it was hers or his.

Bullshit that this night was going to waste... But not complete waste.

As she stood there staring at the bets, a brilliant idea suddenly came to mind, a grin pulling at the corners of her lips as she leaned closer to Asher her voice barely above a whisper. "Bet on yourself, we're gonna make fucking money off of this shit." It was the perfect fucking coincidence and they'd be stupid not to take advantage.

Down went $300 bucks, she expected Asher would understand.
#7
Wha- what! He looked at her bewildered, expecting her to have some kind of suggestion to request to be re-matched. Instead, she demanded to be bet against. Reeling, he watched her bet more money than he even knew she had to spare. Holy shit. Brilliant. With a huff, he moved to bet.... not three hundred. More like... sixty five. And that was saving for a new mask. But... right, they were apparently going to make money off this. So it didn't matter.

Hurrying, he finished placing the bet, then turned to motion for her to get going. "See you in the ring."

No more than a minute later, he was up in the ring, striding toward her with a smirk across his lips. "I'll go easy on you, kay?" He said as he cracked his neck and wrung his knuckles. He wasn't by any means a trained fighter, but he knew at least how to stand and sort of how to hold his arms. Sort of. It didn't matter. He knew he was winning this.
#8
Abraham practically broke an ankle rushing to place a bet on the person fighting who he now knew to be "Asher."

Because racoons were apparently universally dingbats, but only one had ever stolen a shoe from him.
#9
Alice would wave a hand as she made her way into the ring. The night was not definitely going as she had planned, but fuck if she wasn't over the moon for the upcoming results.

Smirking at Asher's comment, the raccoon puffed up despite herself at the challenge. She would need to land a few solid hits to not only make this whole thing believable, but also to make sure that this boy didn't start getting a big head. He was not winning by his own means at all, and the raccoon demanded for this to be known.

She was top dog around here!

"Oh please do." She answered sarcastically, arms coming up as she waited for the bell to sound.

The moment it did, her leg would swing out to offer him a nice kick to the side.


Hit

#10
He huffed through a smirk, winked once, and then the bell sounded.

Immediately, she was on him, and he grunted at the impact in his ribs sent him stepping heavily to the side. Grinning nevertheless, he sent out a testing jab toward her cheek. Only to be met immediately with her blocking arms.


Miss

#11
She felt her kick echo in her own ribs, her face crunching in displeasure as she cursed the fact that they had to even deal with each others pain. If it was magic, couldn't it at least make it where they didn't feel the pain that their mate was inflicting, jeez.

Whatever, Asher was aiming for her face now, and so of course she was going to block. There was no way in hell she was just going to let him get a free punch to her face and leave it looking blue and purple for the rest of the night, thank you! Shifting her body, Alice would stiffen her arms to take the blow towards her face, eyes squinting at the pain that came with it before throwing another clumsy kick his way.

This one would be slower, more intended for him to block or dodge.


Purposeful miss ;)

#12
Blocked, redirected, and she was coming at him with a weakling punch he could easily knock away. Easy. All he had to do was get her a few times and they could call it at the bell, and rake in the cash. Except, he moved in to punch at her gut, and came away just as quickly as he was met with an elbow. Shit.


miss tho

#13
What the fuck was he doing? He was supposed to be making this shit believable and yet he was hitting her elbow?!? Granted it stung, but it was not even close to being painful enough for her to pretend that he was winning the match. Jaw setting in irritation, her blue eyes would narrow onto his face.

Maybe she needed to piss the raccoon off a bit more for this to work.

A fisted hand would swing out to strike him on the side of the head.


hit

#14
Look, he was trying!! But it wasn't like he was some skilled fighter. All the fights he got in at school were wild brawls on the ground. He wasn't about to just slam her into the mat and start wailing on her head. Or. He wasn't going to. Until she clocked him once in the skull, shaking up his brain meats. Blinking through the blur of it, the raccoon chattered in his mind, urging him to tackle her now immediately so that they could crush her and show her who was boss.

So, he launched himself forward, intent on slinging his arms around her waist and bringing her down with him.


somehow, a miss

#15
It wasn't like she was just going to dodge the man that she wanted to beat her, but she wasn't going to let herself get seriously injured either. Body bracing for the impact, Alice instinctively clutched at either side of Asher as she allowed herself to fall onto the mat. A huff of lost breath, as her raccoon tackled the other, nipping hard at the others ears.

She was the only boss around here, which was pretty clear by how shitty Asher was fighting.

Maybe a bit more pain would get him in the mood. A knee would come up to knee him in the gut, her eyes narrowed as she dared him to do something.


hit

#16
It wasn't graceful, but they got there. Hurried to get his knees under him, he hooked a knee over her hip to keep her down, but wasn't quick enough to stop the other one from ramming up into his gut. Grunting roughly, he reeled a fist back, and it connected with the side of her chin sharply. Ow. Sorry.


hit finally

#17
Alice had wanted him to win this fight, wanted the cash that she would get out of it, but there was no way in hell that she would ever want to be struck in the face. Fist connecting with her chin, Alice felt her whole head jerk upwards, an audible crack sounding from her jaw as she just stared dazed at the ceiling of the arena. The world was spinning, but she was somehow still here, which was a great pity given the amount of pain she was currently feeling.

Arms coming up, Alice could barely make her arms reach up to push at his thighs.
#18
Alright, immediate regret. They'd smacked each other around before, they'd cursed and thrown shit. But it was a little different now when their raccoons were mind linked, a bond that went further than they even really understood. Anyway, he didn't super enjoy clocking his girlfriend in the face. So he grimace as she struggled against him, and as the raccoon screeched in his head to backpedal, he pretended the shove at his hips did enough to send him toppling to the side, momentarily losing sight of the scheme they were pulling here.
#19
The world was still spinning and her jaw still aching. There was no longer the pressure of her boyfriend sitting atop her, and she would roll onto her stomach, hands pushing down at the ground as she tried to sit herself back up. Unfortunately, that little bit of action was enough to have her vision going black, her head throbbing in protest at the movement.

"You dick." She groaned, just sitting there on her hands and knees as her eyes squeezed shut.

Fuck talking hurt too.
#20
His own jaw and head pulsed with dull waves that lingered longer than he really thought they would. Grimacing, he rubbed lightly at his jaw, exhaling as she cursed at him. "Guess I didn't go easy." He grumbled. And as they gathered themselves, nearly on cue, the bell rang another time to call the time. Exhaling, he pulled himself up off the ground, extending a hand to hoist her up if she would take it. Of course he knew she wouldn’t.
#21
The intention had been to let him win the whole time, and so why he felt the need to punch full strength into her jaw was completely beyond her. An orange gaze would glare up towards Asher as he spoke, a hand slapping away at the hand that was offered.

"Nope." Was all she offered before pushing herself back to her feet.

She wanted to say more, but her jaw fucking hurt, and so she would jerk her head towards the bar. He definitely owed her a beer after that shit.
#22
Yeesh. He hadn't even hit her that hard.... right? Anyway, he was pretty confident it was clear he'd won that fight, which was a nice sweet victory in the end. Maybe when they had a fat stack of cash, Alice wouldn't be so mad at him. Until then, he pocketed his hands and shrugged in compliance with her direction, intending to buy her drinks for the rest of the night.
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