#dax thread.

"you weren't kiddin' about the finance bro. he ask you out on a date or something?" there would be no other reason to come over to ask and see alanis, in his opinion, if only because they didn't really have a proper desk or table space to spend extended hours on. it's the one thing that dax sees eye-to-eye on when it comes to heather, that she would maybe want a better dedicated area for some heads down focus time. "think he personally has someone hand sewin' all his shirts? rich prick."

"can't believe i have to put clothes on for this shit. why couldn't you have just gone to his place before your dinner? fuckin' ridiculous."

@neveraftcr

"you over your breakup yet? 'cause you're really bringin' the whole place down."

left hook. right block. left jab at the ribcage. the ebb and flow of dax's movements feel like second nature against this opponent, his confidence brimming with just a few more minutes left on the clock. the crowds, illegal as they are, continue to cheer for him with several recognizable voices in the crowd. one from his 'cheerleader' for the night, known to be his arm candy at times and the other.... well, the other wasn't for him. in fact, the name that spills from her lips happens to be the name of his opponent, only fueling him to beat the shit out of the guy even harder.

"so what — is he better than me in bed?"

"you think you can put two of these in you?" dax asks innocently with two dildos in hand and smacking them against one another. "like, would they fit?"

❝ whoa hey, easy easy. i'm still wakin' up... ❞ somehow, having a shirt thrown at him with exceeding velocity knocks the wind from him a moment but with his bearings nonexistent, everything feels a bit much. he grabs his shirt and throws it over himself - not out of any sort of decency but out of fear that she was going to fuck him up otherwise. what was with those bruises all over her? did he just put himself in a precarious situation? did she have a terrible boyfriend who - ❝ look, my friend lives in this building. some.... where. and i thought i was climbing into his place, not yours and i was super drunk and didn't know where i ended up so i just found a couch and crashed. promise. ❞