It all just seems like sceince fiction to me.

[heartyourmetalwolf]

1] Adette was looking at a glass of water, her chin on the table, and the rest of her slumped in the chair. She sighed and blew her bangs out of her face with a defeated sound.
Life was so much abrasive with out the haze of intoxication, every sound seemed louder than before, but not startling. It was almost strange to have a clear head, and un-addled perceptions. And yet all the same, it was like missing your best friend.
"This sucks!"

2][Locked to Resnick]
Meet me in the gym. I have the need to punch someone I can't actually hurt.
<3 Adette

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[heartyourmetalwolf]

For him of course. Adette didn't much care about winning against him anyways, this was about letting it out, going through the motions and remembering what it felt like to not be held down by the drag of alcohol.
She watched him hop about, stepping back just a little to brace for his return. Only when he launched himself off the ropes he wound find her in his way, not with fists drawn but with her arms open and more or less catch him flat to her chest, grinning wide like a Cheshire Cat

[hominilupusinexilio]

He was caught in two ways, both by the strength of her grip and by not wanting to pry her off his chest. Who would, really? Laughing, he reluctantly pried her away after a few seconds by pushing on the side of her head.

He needed to work on his defense. This was beginning to show him how much he relied on overwhelming his opponents with a blitzkrieg.