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

[moveslikejaeger]

"S'fonny, hyu vos kinda soundink like vun dis mornink," he snorts, poking Greg in the cheek before allowing himself to be tugged around to the front with a smirk. "Hyu like de rules Hy made? Hy deed dem tinkink chust for hyu."

[di_intraining]

"That was me pointing out the obvious to you, hardly anything else." He bats Maxim's hand away irritably, but he's in good spirits as well. "And I'm glad you took my advice. You've got good rules here, hopefully they'll help prevent accidents from happening."

[moveslikejaeger]

Hooray, approval! Maxim beams, puffing himself up proudly. "Hy em glad hyu like dem! Zo, hyu ready to cry uncle soon, yah?" He waggles his eyebrows.

[di_intraining]

Greg rolls his eyes and sets his bag down on the ground. "Who says I'll be doing any fighting today? I just came to give you support, that's all. I've got homework I need to do; bit tough to write out that essay on Cheering Charms if your heads been knocked around."

[moveslikejaeger]

"Uh huh, und dot's vhy hyu dressed like hyu vanna box." Putting his hands on his hips, Maxim eyes Greg up and down, an eyebrow arched roguishly. "Mebbe hyu do hyu homevurk, den hyu fight, yah?"

[di_intraining]

"I thought you might have a punching bag I could use," Greg admitted. "Fighting's not really my thing, but I do miss being able to box."

[moveslikejaeger]

Chuckling, Maxim claps Greg on the shoulder, his grin practically taking over his face. "Hy knew it! Hyu like punchink tings az much az eny body here. But unfortunately for hyu, ve don' haff a bag at de moment. Hy em sure Hy ken scrounge vun op in time for de next meetink, dough."

[di_intraining]

He scowls slightly at that. "Boxing isn't just punching. I've already told you, it's a sport that requires skill and discipline. It's for fitness purposes."

[moveslikejaeger]

"Yah, yah, discipline," he agrees, nodding along with everything Greg says. "Fitness und schtuff. Hy gotcha. Iz how Hy got my sexy body, hyu know. Fightink a lot vit odder pipple."

[di_intraining]

"Well that's you. I don't really care on how...sexy...my body is."

Wow, that was slightly awkward. Greg coughs a little before he looks around and spots the non-combatant area.

"I'll just be over there then. I'll see about a little sparing, but I'm not promising anything."

[moveslikejaeger]

"heh, vell, iz not zo goot az me, but hyu schtill pritty darn goot lookink, sveethott." He winks, cocking his hips out to the side. "But, iz hard to out sexy a Jaeger. Ve iz naturally irresistible."

"Hy em glad hyu came, dough. It means a lot to me. Effen if hyu chust came to vatch."