"Don't worry, I'm not really one for pity," he explained to Jason. "Bet I would have more fun at a backyard game then." Sounded like a lot more fun without all the pads in the way, anyway.
He nodded, listening to Jason's explanation. "I get what you mean. Let's just say that I stole a lot of cars in my day, all fast, and I drove them to their limit before I handed them in. It's really nothing more than pure luck that I only wrecked one." Actually, that was bullshit. He had gotten sloppy near the end. His one true connection to the world was gone and he had just stopped giving a shit. He had never stolen cars or driven drunk until after his brother had died. Reggie may have just been a thief, but he really did see what he did as an art, and to do an art properly, you had to be in the right state of mind. It was the ONLY time that he was usually sober, so take that for what you will. "Yeah, I know, I could be dead. Glad that didn't happen," he said. "Glad that you're not dead, either, actually. You're an interesting guy."
Reggie's fighting moves were dirty tricks learned from other street brawlers and the like, plus a little bit of boxing lessons picked up here and there from different people. His 'training' was really nothing special at all, just some things that he had picked up that would help him take care of himself when it came to it, but nothing fancy to show off. "Happy to set down some ground rules. As far as when...when's good for you? Tomorrow or the day after?" He was happy to set up some rules, at least a tap out word or something. Reggie was likely to need it.