where: guillotine who: @pierremaddox & nolan fizpatrick
"Think if I do another combo, I'm gonna puke my fuckin' guts out all over the floor of your gym." Nolan remarked as he stepped away from the bag, breathless, stomach churning from the copious amounts of alcohol he'd consumed the evening before. Obviously he'd overdone it, that much wasn't a surprise -- he was consistent, after all, hence why he'd even made it to Guillotine in the first place. "You up for somethin' greasy for lunch? I'll buy." A towel was thrown over his shoulder, and he surveyed his friend for a brief moment, deciding to broach the subject after an hour or so of healthy distraction. God knows they both needed it, but Pierre most of all given the recent tragedy he and his ex were dealing with. "Zeina holding up okay?"
