RIDE OR DIE BITCH

❝ There are other things to drink besides alcohol, mate. ❞ he countered and dropped his bag onto the floor beside him.  ❝ Well now, what fun are rules? ❞ he smirked, rubbing his palms together. They were tingling with excitement, it had been awhile since he had a worthy opponent. In the past, the only people he’d fight with were trying to put him down for good. 

“It still would’ve been creepy.” she maintained, unwilling to back down on even the smallest of things.  “Though, I do promise not to kick you in the--” her eyes wandered down before settling on his eyes again. “--Boys.  That is not a fair fight.” She assured him.  She quickly brought her hands behind her back, stretching her shoulders before dropping them and flexing her digits, making sure they were nice and loose before holding them up in front of her, a universal ‘come at me’ signal, letting him know she was ready whenever he was.  

❝ Neither do I, but I figured suggesting dinner would sound like I’m hitting on you, which turns this encounter from interesting banter into just plain creepy. However, if you can settle with bragging rights, it’s a deal. Assuming you win. ❞ He steppe away from the bag, leaving it swinging slightly without his support. ❝ I don’t understand the idea of women being weaker and inferior. I have as much issue losing to a woman as I would to a man. ❞    

“So were you planning on awkwardly watching me drink then?  Because I do believe that could be considered much creepier than eating sustenance.” She panted as she finally stilled her fists, catching the bag as it swung back at her.  “Good to know we’re on the same page, then.  Now, should we set rules or consider it a no bars held match?”  She meant no-holds-barred, but upon realizing it figured he had gotten what she meant to say.

He smirked, almost in triumph, as he held the bag firmly in place for her.  ❝ Then here’s an idea. Best two out of three rounds in the ring. Loser buys drinks. ❞ He cocked an eyebrow at her, his body absorbing the recoil of the bag without issue. He had always used controlled fighting as an out as a kid, and while he knew his weaknesses against someone smaller and faster than him, his years in the underworld trained him well. Even if he lost, he was expecting one hell of a fight.

“I do not drink.  Especially not for something as silly as this.”  She shot the idea down point blank.  “But I will take bragging rights and your pride home as a prize instead.” She finished before shooting him a great big smile, although it came off more as baring her teeth.  Some would call her cocky.  But she didn’t believe that was a problem when you had the skill to back up your own arrogance.   Between her years of training as an elite athlete in a myriad of sports as a child to her experience in the Tzahal to her current profession, they had kept her sharp and despite his size she knew she could take him on.  “So if you do not have an issue fighting and being defeated by a woman I would be glad to have a partner.  Even if only for a few moments.”

❝ Your sex life must be terrible boring. ❞ he deadpanned, pulling out two more white rolls and wrapping his own hands. He caught the bag, stepping around in time with her to avoid a stray fist.  ❝ That depends on what type of partner you’re looking for. You’re hard pressed to find an equal in build here. I’d offer a few rounds, but I might break you. And not in the fun way. ❞

“I prefer private.  As in not yours to comment on.” She replied simply, not feeling the need to defend it as it wasn’t his business in the first place.  She wasn’t here to prove anything.  She quickly twisted her body and pivoted before sending a flying foot into the bag, a small sound leaving her lips as she did so.  “I do not need a partner of ‘equal build’.  I need a partner who is not, as you say, a pussy?” She questioned, unsure if she was using the term correctly.  “Perhaps you’d be the first, but I do doubt it.” She shrugged, throwing a few more punches into the bag, exhaling a harsh, controlled breath with each blow.

❝ Don’t worry, I can hold my own in a fight. ❞ he said as he unzipped the black duffel slung across him. He pulled out two black rolls of cloth and held them out to her.  ❝ Try these. They’ll give more padding without the added weight. Using crap ones or going without will cause arthritis. Or better yet, find a partner. ❞

She had been bred to be a competitive spirit, and she found herself looking him up and down before scoffing.  “Body slamming does not count as fighting.” she quipped, referring to his massive build.  Pausing her pummeling of the bag she eyed what he held in his hands suspiciously.  “I am fine with what I have.  Thank you.”  She replied stubbornly before turning back to the bag, but had found herself suddenly out of rhythm, caused by the distraction.  Circling the hanging bag so she could keep an eye of her sudden acquaintance she replied.  “I have not found one who could keep up.”  Was she challenging him? Not consciously, no.  But her body language clearly read that she was. 

                  “Now, I’m curious. What did the make up look like?”

“Well the character had just escaped a torturous session of questioning by a KGB officer.  So it was...Fairly bloody.”

Laz stood on the fringe, just watching. Always watching. He didn’t want to draw too much attention to himself, as not many people knew he was back in town. As he circled around to the other side of the person he was watching, he focused on what it is the were doing  ❝ You probably shouldn’t do that. ❞

Her knuckles were throbbing, a symptom of pounding them into the unrelenting sand filled bag over and over again.  But she knew the pain would just make her stronger.  It also took her mind off the phone call she had received from her parents just hours previously.  Frightened by her sudden awareness of another person in the facility, she refused to show her surprise, instead responding in anger.  “And you should not sneak up on me.  Unless you would like a broken nose.” She responded through huffs as she continued to go at the bag.

Sven: I know, Ziva. I know. But I am not sexually active right now. I do work out to stay in shape and have better health, and I've also tried yoga. Very relaxing, you should try.

Sven: And thank you, but I don't want a prostitute. I can date someone.

Sven: As far as I know I only like women, but that's all I have any experience with.

Ziva: yoga is too slow. i prefer krav maga.

Ziva: but will you??? you are like yoga. too slow.

Ziva: you have not tried?? i thought every one in the states 'experimented' in college?

Sven: NO! Oh my God, I do not want you to hire me a prostitute, what the fuck?

Sven: Ziva, thank you for your concern about my sex life, though I don't get why that's interesting to you, but I'll be fine. Don't hire me a prostitute.

Sven: And for the record I prefer women.

Ziva: studies show that sexual people are in better health

Ziva: i am simply looking out for you

Sven: Well... no. I haven't.

Sven: It's not a big deal. Just a year ago.

Ziva: would you like me to hire you a prostitute?

Ziva: i would not mind. i do know a few.