Re: Weeks later - Mid 2017
"If it's such a shit gig then why is anyone up for it? I don't think I can explain the calling when it comes. It just comes. You know..." she clicks her tongue, leans back in her chair, surveys the walls that surround them and the people that move by them. "I lived with this type of life for most of mine. I had a short stint as a pro-fighter..." There are some things she's leaving out but she has to. The wounds are still too fresh, the loss is still too raw. "I wanna be part of somethin'. I don't want to be left behind. I want to fight. I want to be out there, bleeding for the life. You know what I mean. You gotta if you're wearin' that patch."
and he's wrong. She does know them. She's had weeks here. She's made connections. She's made friends. She's made a go of it. She isn't just fuming in a corner. "I need to DO Bishop. I can't sit at a fire, waiting to flirt and fuck on someone. That type of life don't interest me. If you want me to stay, if anyone does then I go all in or I go out. That's all."