Is Don't Talk About Fight Club

[moveslikejaeger]

WHO: Fight Club! And anyone who wants to show up just to watch.
TONE: Roughhousing and Shenanigans
RATING: PG-13 to be safe
WHEN: Saturday Night, October 6
WHERE: Empty Dueling classroom
WHAT: The first meeting of the fight club! There will be teenagers hitting each other with fists, shirtless boys, witty pre-fight banter, and popcorn.
STATUS: [ONGOING] (Tags can be formatted however you like)

Although there were a few bumps and agitated on the way there, Maxim was feeling pretty stoked about the first gathering of the fight club. He almost wished he'd gotten around to setting it up sooner, if only because he'd been feeling pretty antsy lately as it was without Mamma's famous nightly bar fights to indulge in. Not to mention all the weird little verbal fights he'd been getting himself into. Clearly, he really just needed to work all that stuff out! And now he can.

And really, he couldn't have picked a better place to do it, either. The Dueling classroom was already perfectly set up and equipped in case of accidents, all he really needed to do was throw up a few signs, and he was set. One listed a few rules and guidelines (mostly thought up on the fly to appease Greg's worries), and there was a big sign with huge, glittery purple letters that said "These people are not for fighting!" over an area with benches and bowls of popcorn for audience members.

And then there was Maxim, plopped down on the floor, wrapping bandages around his hands as he waited for people to show up. He wasn't shirtless just yet, but he was wearing a plain white tank top and short red gym shorts, his usual cowboy boots traded in for plain, battered sneakers. With hair tied back into a loose ponytail, he was all ready and raring to go!

Comments

[greenmoonrising]

Bruce returned the smile and rubbed the back of his neck. "I should uh... get going and let you finish getting ready yeah?"

[moveslikejaeger]

"Yah, sure, if hyu vants." He lets go of Bruce, stepping back and rubbing the back of his neck, unconsciously mirroring the other boy's pose. "Hyu could schtay und vatch too, alzo. If hyu vanted."

[greenmoonrising]

He blinked up at Maxim curiously. "You sure I won't be in the way? I'm not much of a fighter..."

[moveslikejaeger]

He perks up a little, flashing a grin as he gestures to the audience area. "Ho, sure! Iz vhy Hy got dot whole place set up. Couple pipple vanted to vatch but not fight. Iz perfectly h'okay vit me!"

Also, if Bruce stayed and watched, it would mean that Maxim would get to show off.

[greenmoonrising]

"Oh, okay," he answered, grinning cheekily. "Maybe I'll learn something if I stick around."

[moveslikejaeger]

"Ken't promise nottink 'bout learnink, but," he leers, leaning in to waggle his eyebrows at Bruce. "Hyu may zee zumting hyu like."

[greenmoonrising]

Bruce snorted, ducking his head and covering his pink cheeks. "You never know I guess," he answered, smiling still.

[moveslikejaeger]

"Mmmn, but Hy em already zeeink zumting Hy like," he coos, brushing his fingertips over Bruce's cheeks.

[greenmoonrising]

The flush deepened and Bruce ducked his head again, laughing quietly and stepping back. "Okay uh... I'll just... be sitting over there then," he murmured bashfully, peeking up at Maxim over his glasses, still smiling.

[moveslikejaeger]

He nods quietly, giving Bruce a wink as his hand drops back down to his side. That little smile was making his stomach do flip-flops, his heartbeat picking up just the slightest. The red from his ears spread to his cheeks, giving them a faint pink tint, and he looked down himself.

"Yah... go get comfortable, und schtuff."

[greenmoonrising]

"Try not to hurt anyone," he chuckled, shoving his hands in his pockets and moving towards the 'bleachers' to settle in and watch.