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I'm getting real tired of getting dumped in strange places against my will. I don't like it.

[There's a low, dangerous growl of disapproval and the expression on Mick's face is not a pretty one. It's somewhat reminiscent of an angry bull. This was the second time in God knows how many days that Mick Rory has found himself stranded somewhere new and different, unsure what the hell is happening. It's not a good feeling. It didn't inspire much good will.

Though this is a definite improvement over the last place. For one, there's food. For another, he gets a free smart phone to yell at people over and voice his anger. Not bad. Though he did kind of think they went a little overboard with the white. What was with all the decorations anyway? This better not be like some low rent Christmas Town cause honestly, that sounded a lot like hell.]

You got five minutes to convince me not to torch this place to the ground cause I ain't in the mood to play nice right now. Somebody start talking. [The words come out as an angry snarl, teeth barred. He's not a happy bunny.]

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I'll be in room five on the first floor.

[ a random place where destruction won't affect anyone but them, and will clean up when they've long gone. ]

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Fine. Let's do this.

[He wanted to go to the bar anyway. Whatever.] Be there.

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[ as promised, mick will find a tiny brunette in jeans and combat boots leaning against the far wall in said room. her eyebrows raise when she gets a look at him. ]

Looks like someone made you a better deal already.

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We ain't here to talk, are we?

[Mick is pretty weary but he's not backing down, even if he's already been clobbered already and he's pretty dead on his feet. He just needs something to help him. He's hurting and he wants to not thinking. A concussion could help with that.]

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[ faith smirks and stands before him, opening her arms in invitation. ]

Ladies first.

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Heh.

[Mick laughs as he launches forward, aiming to land a few solid blows. He fights like he's angry, there's no mistaking it. He's not doing it for any other reason than to blow off some steam.]

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[ talk about a brick fucking house. faith lets him unleash for awhile before retaliating, and she won't tell anyone but it's even rougher than she expected.

something about how desperately he seems to need the beating and how worn out she is has faith pulling her punches less than she normally might against a human. she hasn't had the opportunity to put the hurt on something legitimately dangerous in awhile, either. most of her hits land on his body, but she finally lets go enough to aim her fist right square in that meaty jaw. ]

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[Mick finally falters. He bends over and sways a little, laughing to himself as he lifts his head up, wiping the blood from his mouth. Fuck. This girl is good. He smirks at her as he straightens up, raising his fists defensively.]

You're a right little firecracker, aren't you? [He smiles. This is almost close to a proper smile.] I like it.

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[ her own blood smears across faith's cheek as she shoves her wavy hair out of her face. she hears firecracker and it takes her away but it's only a brief moment. ]

Not in awhile. Guess I just needed a match.

[ she shakes the voices from her head, and the kink out of her shoulder and grins, seemingly carefree. ]

You got a name, Matchstick?

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Mick. Some of the dorks call me Heatwave.

[It feels good, honestly. Better than the fight with Snart. That one hurt him as much as it hurt Leonard, it didn't release his stress or ease his tension. This one did. there was no baggage, there was just actions. And he needed that right now. He needed to act.]

You?

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Faith.

[ she reaches up to give her ribs a few prods, wincing at the bruising that'll heal up come morning. she can't help herself: ]

That good for you?

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That's pretty good, yeah.

[Mick doesn't have much fight in him but now he feels pretty sated. It's the best he's felt since he got here, frankly. He takes a deep breath and looks at her, lowering his arms.]

We're done.

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[ she nods, finally relaxing (and kind of wishing she hadn't quit smoking). faith can't help feeling a little disappointed but there's always tomorrow, right? ]

I'll catch you after you're rested up, then. Pick whatever room you want, you're gonna be here awhile.

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I'm good with the bar.

[And with that, Mick stalks off to said bar. He's gonna a long night ahead of him, he needs the drinks.]