Who: Tyler Durden and OPEN What: Fight Club revival? When: 2am Where: Jack Bar parking lot after closing Warnings: Cursing and fighting ;)
Why was he doing this again? That was the question Tyler had asked himself as he dressed earlier, staring in the mirror. Maybe he was a one trick pony, maybe it was his one brilliant idea and he was too stubborn to let go of it. The truth was probably that he hadn't seen it to fruition before because he had to share a mind and body with a neurotic cubicle jockey who kept slowing him down. Maybe this was his chance to say, no really, you're the loser and I didn't need you.
Eh. Maybe he was just bored. There wasn't a hell of a lot to do in Raccoon City, which was funny when you considered it. The place was teeming with the undead, it should've been more stimulating.
Tyler checked his watch and laughed, pretty sure it was the same time it'd be half an hour ago. He lifted his wrist to his ear but the watch wasn't ticking. That explained a lot. It was about time, though; all of the drunks were filing out of the bar complaining or stumbling and Tyler turned to observe it, kicking a can across the asphalt with a neatly aimed blow.