Who: Faith, Pike, and Open to anyone who wants to watch! When: Friday Night Where: Little gym called Mac's. Sign has a punching back and 'Mac' at the bottom What: Faith's first semi-pro fight Ratings: NC-17ish thanks to language and blood and all, most likely Status: In progress
Faith sat in the locker room, lacing up her boots as her thoughts drifted. While she was looking forward to the fight-her first, at Mac's-she was vaguely uneasy. Her stomach actually twisted a little. It wasn't because of the fight, but who might be watching. She didn't know why people had said they'd show. It didn't really matter if they did. Not to her at least. It seemed to, to Pike.
There were times he reminded her of her old friend Tommy, with his Depp hair. He'd been hot, too, but gay. She was glad Pike wasn't...if he was, the times they'd fucked would've been very weird. She frowned at how it felt to think that word, instead of something else. It was like a part of her wanted to call what they did something different. She'd never felt like this before.
Faith wasn't completely sure she liked it.
Pulling off her jacket, she left it on the bench and headed out of the locker room. There was already a small crowd gathering, and her chocolate eyes scanned it, wondering if there was someone there she knew, someone who was there for her. She was unaware of the longing in her own face. When her gaze landed on Pike, she relaxed a little, then smiled slowly as she sauntered in his direction. "Hey. You didn't really have to come, ya know."