Let's fight!
Who: Jack/Tyler and Dino
Where: The gym
When: BACKDATED. A few days before Christmas, I believe.
Warnings: It's a boxing match, so violence and probably blood. It's amiable, though.
Jack felt like he hadn't slept in weeks. The bags beneath his eyes were dark purple-blue, like the worst black eye he'd ever been given. His eyes themselves felt permanently blurred and itchy, his throat ached from all the cigarettes he'd been smoking and he had a mildly pounding hangover from the fifty percent alcohol volume vodka he had consumed the night before. The Christmas decoration that was everywhere wasn't helping his mood.
The notes that had gone around, they'd looked like Tyler's work. Jack had pointedly ignored them and found himself another few bottles of booze. He didn't want to think Tyler was up and walking around in his body. He didn't want to know what Tyler was doing when he was asleep. The insomnia wasn't insomnia at all, last time. Jack didn't want it to be the same this time; he hoped desperately that it wasn't, but he was too scared to try and find out and he hated himself for it. Tyler wasn't talking much anymore. Jack found that, combined with this new insomnia, more terrifying than when he'd been voicing his snide comments in the back of Jack's head all the time.
The fight with Dino was the one bright point on a horizon that Jack really, really didn't like the look of. That's why he was in the gym now, waiting for the ex-con to arrive for their round of sparring.
Where: The gym
When: BACKDATED. A few days before Christmas, I believe.
Warnings: It's a boxing match, so violence and probably blood. It's amiable, though.
Jack felt like he hadn't slept in weeks. The bags beneath his eyes were dark purple-blue, like the worst black eye he'd ever been given. His eyes themselves felt permanently blurred and itchy, his throat ached from all the cigarettes he'd been smoking and he had a mildly pounding hangover from the fifty percent alcohol volume vodka he had consumed the night before. The Christmas decoration that was everywhere wasn't helping his mood.
The notes that had gone around, they'd looked like Tyler's work. Jack had pointedly ignored them and found himself another few bottles of booze. He didn't want to think Tyler was up and walking around in his body. He didn't want to know what Tyler was doing when he was asleep. The insomnia wasn't insomnia at all, last time. Jack didn't want it to be the same this time; he hoped desperately that it wasn't, but he was too scared to try and find out and he hated himself for it. Tyler wasn't talking much anymore. Jack found that, combined with this new insomnia, more terrifying than when he'd been voicing his snide comments in the back of Jack's head all the time.
The fight with Dino was the one bright point on a horizon that Jack really, really didn't like the look of. That's why he was in the gym now, waiting for the ex-con to arrive for their round of sparring.