<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll353/JackieD0509/RPing%20Purposes/5e2f6d44-f9b1-41c5-b7dd-bb82b79bbb76_zps222d90b9.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>The man was enjoying this way too much. Returning her gaze to his own, she could tell that he had caught her looking at his shirtless torso. Pressing her lips together, she adverted her eyes to look at her stuff that she was straightening up in her bag. The man was a cocky son of a bitch. She could just tell the way that he stood with his shoulders back and the towel hanging off his shoulder like it was that he knew that he was good looking. He was going to bask in the looks from the girls...even the ones that currently walked passed. Her eyes lifted to them, but she didn't give them a look, but an expressionless glance. The response that she got for his name was something that made her brow lifted.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"Professional will be your name? And for that, I'll give your nickname another nickname. Fess. Similar to that you need to fess up your name."</span>She said, probably just being a jerk that she could since he had returned the same emotion.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">"Underground fighting?"</span>She made a clicking noise with her tongue and shook her head.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"You don't look like the underground fighting type."</span>She turned her gaze to his own again and her brow furrowed.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"You actually look like you could be doing that fake shit on TV, but not actual fighting. Clearly,"</span>She motioned toward the bag.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"I mean, when you were hitting the bag, you had good form, but that's it. If you were really wanting to practice, then you wouldn't really be focusing on hitting the bag, but you would be wanting to practice with someone with moving targets."</span>She rolled her eyes at his comment that she couldn't hit for shit.<br/><br/>She could only laugh at the response.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"I might not be good against the bag, but that doesn't mean I'm not better on the streets."</span>She said, averting her eyes back to her bag where she shoved her towel within there and she crossed her arms back over her chest before looking back at the man. His words about venting, she immediately thought about Aiden. She could feel the blood returning to her cheeks.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"What really could you offer me? Show me your version of underground fighting? Ha. No thanks."</span>She said, turning her head as she zipped up her bag.<br/><br/>She glanced back at him once more.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"I think if you really wanted that line to work, work it on the blond at the shoulder machine. She's been ogling your ass for the past twenty minutes."</span><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll353/JackieD0509/RPing%20Purposes/c55ef9cf-0861-4f89-b7ad-21d4c66a7526_zpscdaac827.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Aerith had glanced at the woman as he had been walking by. The little response that he received, he couldn't help but roll his eyes as he came to a stop. There, he glanced at her.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"It looks like you did your fair share too."</span>He said. Walking after her, he had to make it look like he had been with her the entire time. Or should he just walk away from the woman and just go about his day. He had to get away from the people that had seen him with the man that now just lay without life on the sidewalk on the ground up on the roof of a building a block over.<br/><br/>He pressed his lips together as he reached up to her side and glanced at her.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"And by the way, it looked like you are the one who was staring hard core after the man you were just with practically beat you up."</span>He whispered, glancing at her. He shoved his hands in his pockets, walking forward.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"Even tho, I could be wrong...you don't look like the girl that would let a man beat her up..."</span>He shrugged his shoulders.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"I have judgments, you have judgments, and probably neither of them are correct. Am I right?"</span>He said, lifting a brow. He wanted to see what the woman would say to him.<br/><br/>The woman looked as if she had a mouth on her, and he was pretty sure that she was going to give him a run for the money that he didn't have yet. In his pocket, he could feel his phone going off, but he ignored it and continued to look at the woman, waiting for her response.