Most of the folks here only seemed to tolerate Warren, due to the work he'd put in before the party got underway. Not Yezi, she was a diamond in the rough and one of the few that actually engaged him in conversation. He could hear her as she spoke, just barely over his own heart beat. Warren wanted to believe her, but found it rather difficult. Liquor never really changed a man, it just brought more of him to the surface for people see, boiling away the layers that he hid behind.<i>Inhibitions. </i>Somewhere deep down, Dom thought himself entitled to<i>have </i>Yezi in the biblical sense. And somewhere deep down, Warren was truly disgusted by it, but he kept that hidden. He could see Yezi's appeal easily enough, noticed it seconds after she'd walked in the door. Warren kept his disgust to himself as Yezi seemed to insist that Dom was a good guy and that he didn't mean it.<i>Excuses one and all. </i>Warren stayed silent for a moment. Dom's intent or strength of character wasn't a battle he cared to fight. In Warren's book, Dom was a scumbag and that's what mattered. If Yezi chose to continue to hang out here, that was her business and Warren could scarcely save anyone from their own bad decisions. Verbalizing any of that seemed a rather poor choice.<br/><br/>"There was um...an MMA and boxing gym in the neighborhood where I grew up. It was like, you know, one of those city funded programs for kids 'at risk'. When you're too busy sweating and putting you buddy some painful joint lock, you were too busy to be causing trouble or hanging out with gang members, waiting to be jumped in. It also helped to know how to handle yourself in a tough place like Dunmoore street." Warren said absently.<br/><br/>The trainers had been tough on all the boys there, because outside of the gym, life was tough and even more so living in low income housing. The adults were always challenging them to quit. Some did but most found there way back within a few days. Amid all the hard work, blood, sweat and the rather privately shed tears, Warren had found at least one place he belonged other than his home. The city had even setup a junior competition division. Warren had wanted to fight in a bout so badly he could taste it, but moms refused to sign and never allowed it and it wasn't until his post teenage years that he really understood why. Sparring with boys his own age was one thing, nobody every kept track of wins and loses, at least not for very long because they were learning experiences. They didn't matter in the end. Bouts were different, if you lost it mattered and the temptation would've been to great to deny. Dodge a little quicker, jump a little higher, keep his footing where a normal person could not have, use TK to grab a hold when he was matched against someone who was stronger than he was. It all mattered and on film, it was the sort of thing the government could use to ID him a one of the touched. Chocking out some drunk was one thing, but if Dom came after him after the fact and Warren kept finding a way to win, it'd create the same problem.<br/><br/>Warren placed his back against the wall and slid down to set next to Yezi, the one place he wanted to be from the beginning of their conversation. His eyes never left a sleeping Dom. He easily made two of Warren and the fear that he was going to jump up at any second was real.<br/><br/>"You don't have to thank me. I did was any decent human being would've done." Warren admitted.<br/><br/>This was a real problem and not one that could be solved with any amount of striking, jiu jitsu or anything that he'd been blessed with when he became touched. Warren would be safe enough on campus. The university didn't tolerate much in the way of violence between students, but he couldn't stay on campus forever and despite the present conditions, Dom probably wasn't the type to take this sort of thing laying down. There was the rest of the team to consider in all this too. This was there house and moral high ground aside, Warren had committed a violation that wouldn't go overlooked. Dom would lie about what happened and his teammates would believe him. Yezi was Warren's only ally in this and whether she'd stick by what happened or go along with whatever the University wanted her to say in the name of saving face and the athletic department's reputation was impossible to say. He tore his eyes from Dom and looked at her honestly for the first time since he'd made his way upstairs. Yezi looked shaken, about as shaken as Warren imagined he might look.<br/><br/>"After tonight, I won't be welcome here. Probably other consequences too, but those are mine to bare. I have some tools in a backpack down stairs. I'm going to get them and I'm going to leave and you probably should too. I know it's not really my business, but if you're still here when he wakes up...Can I walk you to your care or back to campus?" Warren asked.