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Sat in her seat, she watched the men throw fist after fist. 

Elodie could see where they both faltered and closed her eyes for a moment longer when Olivier did not get back up. 

Get up, Olivier, for fucks sake.

The ringing declaiming victory to the Turk pulled her eyes open once more and she let out a soft sigh before putting her drink to her lips.

What a disappointment.

Location: Fight Club @mobscene-london​

The fucking bitch. Jean wasn’t naive or stupid enough to believe his matchup was truly coincidental. And seeing Lara fucking Rutherford rise from the dead was more than enough to prove his suspicions. Three years ago this would have been easy. No hesitation and no holding back. But, he’d already caught a glimpse of Kathleen and he already knew he wouldn’t be able to finish the job, if only for her sake. And so he sat by the bar nursing the one cognac he was allowing himself before his fight. “How is it that the bitch can’t stay dead? Has no one heard of double tapping?”

-

~

Clean up was not the phrase Val wanted to hear describing how the medical staff would treat her husband should he need it but the sentiment was there and she appreciated the alcohol. 

“Thank you Élodie. I actually quite like cognac. Did you take this bottle from behind the bar?” The fact that it was a whole tumbler and not a glass amused her. “You know they will keep giving you more if you ask.”

-

~

“Honestly, I can’t blame you. The big calls aren’t necessarily easy ones to make,” Théo nodded, “But if you want to put your skills tonight to good use, any chance I can pay you to give the Turk that’s fighting Parsons tonight some pointers. I think that you’ve seen the man fight enough that you can give him some ideas and hope he takes them.” 

-

“Étienne and I have some issues to settle, so honestly, it’s a blessing. I’m not entirely sure what we did to warrant whoever organized the fights wanting the French against each other, but in the end it works out for the two of us,” Théo shrugged, as if it were a normal occurrence, “He knows what he did.” 

-

“Listen-” Élodie raises her hands up beside her, “Not my circus, not my monkeys,” she brings her arms back down and sips from her glass, “There is a reason I said no to being higher up when I was offered it. I don’t want to make the big calls and I have no shame in admitting that,” she shrugs, “to much work and not enough bloodshed make Élodie very frustrated,”

Location: Fight Club at the Underground

Date: September 3rd

It didn’t matter how many years had passed since they’d met, Val still hated watching her husband fight. There was absolutely no way she was letting him participate with no support though, so there she sat tucked into a French table nursing her drink. The Commandant did little to hide her anxiety surrounding the situation. 

It took actual effort to look up at the person who approached her and offer them the seat next to her. 

“Tell me we have a medic on site. I need something to comfort me.”

-

“They always have someone on staff to clean up,” Élodie might have been looking forward to watching the boys fight like dogs, but surely the partners of those fighting could feel differently. Val was a kind woman, and most would say the best part of Yves, but Élodie always liked how the pair complimented one another.

“He is a strong fighter, Valérie,” the brunette assures her, “Here,” she hands her the tumbler of cognac, “You need it more than me,”

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When Théo saw who he was facing off against in the match ups, he laughed. The entire reason that he had agreed to fight this year was so he could imagine punching Étienne in the face, so the fact that fate actually was letting him punch the actual offender. It was his ideal matchup, and it was impossible not to notice that he actually looked pleased at the idea of him fighting his fellow Frenchman. 

Would he lose? Probably. Was he the best fighter? Not really. Was it going to be cathartic? Absolutely. And at this point that was all he wanted, to get out some of the anger that he had been holding onto. To finally be able to let himself move on. 

So he was determined to get through the night in a good mood. To ignore Lisette (if she even showed up), and to actually have fun instead of letting the situation ruin yet another thing for him. “So which fights do you think will be the best to make money on tonight?” Théo asked the person next to him as he waited for the bartender to come back with his and Sofie’s drinks, “I always bet against Johnathan Parsons on principal, so I need a couple of good bets to make up the money that I’ll inevitably lose on that fight.” 

-

“I don’t gamble with things like a man’s fragile ego,” she remarks tossing back her tumbler, “Though I have to admit, I am putting a lot of hope and what little faith I have, towards Varden,”

-

A slight pause and Benny burst out laughing, banging his hand on the table. “Fockin’ell, mate.” Still laughing. “Did you come from the land of Yankees or nah… Wait. Cheese eating surrender monkey? Is that it?” The man clapped his hands. “I knew it. Your insults are mad weak. It’s embarrassing really. A year 3 can do better than that.”  

Elodie tilts her head with a smile, “Year three- was that your last year of education? From your speech I would presume so,” his continued banging invoked her to roll her eyes, “Why do you inbred colonizers constantly insist on pummeling things with your fists. It only proves how primitive you are to be so fascinated by loud sounds,”

-

Olivier lifted a brow while letting his head fall to the side with that animal like behaviour, grunting under his breath which resembled something of a laugh. ‘’I know you would’’ He mutters, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the drk haired woman. He liked his balls where they were, for now at least. ‘’Quickly, huh? By your doing or someone elses?’’ There was no accusatory tone behind his voice, but one of mischief and humour. ‘’I know we don’t like loose ends around here.’’

-

Elodie smirked and held up her kukri knife, “Never any fun to watch the game when you can play,” rinsing the blade in cold water once more, she simply shrugs to Olivier, “Nice and quick. He told me what I needed without much push, so I rewarded him with little pain,” hanging the blade to drip dry, she turns back to Olivier, “I’m a very just woman that way. Loose ends are a pain to have to clean up later, always better to cut them off the sooner the better,” Looking him over she arches her brow, “Something on your mind, kid?”

-

“Bugger off, mate, will ya?” Benny scoffed, leaned back and closed his eyes. “Take that up with the dean, or just fockin’ shu’it.”

-

Elodie blinks at him a moment before speaking, “Perhaps if you take your daddy’s dick out of your mouth I’ll understand whatever you just said. I’m sure you thought it was humorous,”

Olivier raised a brow at her, shrugging his shoulders as he looked back to the item of clothing in discussion. ‘’Maybe if you were more careful, you’d spend less time getting the blood out of your clothes— huh?’’ His cocky nature leaking through, chucking her a lazy grin. 

‘‘Who’d you hurt this time, E?’‘

-

“Don’t make me disfigure your face. I’m pretty sure it’s your money maker,” Elodie soaked the tank in cold water, “I didn’t hurt anyone,” she replies, “He died very quickly,”

~

“Have you tried putting hydrogen peroxide on a sponge and scrubbing it?”

-

“Yea, but it just takes forever, I just wish there was a faster way,”

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“I don’t know who you are, but I really hope you need a tampon and not an alibi.”

-

“You only need an alibi if you get caught,” she shrugs, “and I don’t have a need for tampons- no periods,”

“why is it so much more difficult to get blood out of athletic wear than cotton. This is bullshit,”