#levyegorov

Rowan breezed through the fight club, the skirt of her little red floral sundress catching wind with every step, causing it to swish around her.  A smile planted on her face, she greeted each and every person she passed–the people she knew, and the people she didn’t.  The little brunette was in stark contrast with the other people around her, but she didn’t care.  Those were her people.  It didn’t matter if she preferred floral over leather or words over fists.  It just was.  And that was never clearer than when she and Lev were in the vicinity of each other.  

Like clockwork, the second Rowan had scooted herself onto one of the bar stools that lined the walls she looked up and immediately made eye contact with the man of the hour. A cross between a smile and a smirk crawled across her face; plenty enough of a ‘good luck’ for what existed between them.  The brunette crossed one leg over the other, leaning forward to rest her elbow on her legs, and her head on her palm.  She was one of few who had decided to sit on the outer ring of the room, most were gathered as close to the fight as possible.  

And then he was in, and she knew that was the last she would get from him until the fight was over–his focus was where it should be.  She wouldn’t admit it, but she enjoyed watching the fights.  Even when she wasn’t close to anyone fighting.  Rowan liked to watch for facial expressions, mannerisms, tells, and even the occasional hesitation.  She had gotten to the point where there were a few fighters she could guess what move they were about to attempt next just by looks they got or tells in their body language.  People watching made her a better writer every day.  

The fight ended just as quickly as it began, hoards of people swarming Lev and the other fighter as it did. But still, even in the chaos, within seconds of its end Lev caught eyes with her again.  Without thinking about it, she scanned his face for injuries, eyebrow quirking at his split brow.  Her lips parted just slightly as he signaled to her that he would meet her away everyone once the crowd waned.  How she knew that, she wasn’t so sure, she just did.  Did he mouth it to her? No.  Did he gesture toward the door? If he had, she didn’t notice.  A  sweet smile spread across her face, her head falling to the side–toward the door.  She gave it a few minutes before moving, carrying on conversation with the woman next to her before making her way out of the club and towards her car.  He would find her minutes later, leaned up against her car, legs crossed at the ankle, with a plate of his favorite cookies sitting on the hood.  

LOCATION: rogue’s club // 3am

“You look like shit.” The Latino shot the younger man a grin, shoving his hands deep into his front pockets as he sauntered into the backroom of rogue’s.  The weight of the later fights weighed heavy on the both of them, and Serafin knew he it.  Serafin called the shots, and Lev and the other Bone Breakers were the ones to carry them out.  Complicity weighed just as heavy.  Their banter, their chuckles, their attempts to lighten the mood didn’t cause it to waver, but that didn’t stop them from trying.  “Feel’s like we’ve bene dealin’ out more punishments than tickets to the tourists lately, brother..”  He sighed, head rolling to the side as his eyes finally met the other’s.  

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