<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae181/elliebear_xox/Site%20Headers/lucastill12.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>---------------------------------------</div><br/><br/>It had been a long day at work, but Jesse was happy; a beaming smile upon his face at the thought of what would commence tonight. His good friend, Brian, had managed to get two V.I.P tickets to the MMA that very same night.<br/><br/>Practically skipping home, Jesse made quick work of stripping off his suit and jumping in the shower. While the run of the hot water was delightful, Jesse didn't spend long, wanting more time to choose an outfit that would be comfortable but still look good; and all before Brian arrived because he knew his best friend would only perve on him getting dressed. Jesse couldn't complain too much though, Brian had been there for him though thick and thin, even if he was annoying sometimes with his obsession with getting him laid.<br/><br/>Half an hour later and he was finally dressed, his hair a blonde mop in his head that never did as it was told. His black skinny jeans resembled pants that had been painted on but his white and blue checkered shirt was a little baggy thankfully. Staring at himself in the mirror, Jesse sighed, running a hand through his hair as he surveyed his outfit and his less than worked out body. Work had been overwhelming the past couple of weeks and Jesse felt guilty about not making it to the gym. It would just mean he'd have to put in some extra time next week.<br/><br/>Thankfully it didn't take too long to get to the arena where the fight was being held, Jesse practically bouncing along beside his friends with excitement. As they entered, Jesse took the time to look around, catching sight of some of the fighters and staring in awe of them.<br/><br/>They were led into the back, where they could meet the fighters beforehand and then he was sure the woman had said something about afterwards too. Jesse was quiet as he walked into the dressing rooms, smiling and nodding to the fighters that said hello. Though his eyes were on the red haired man over in the corner, staring but not trying to be rude; contemplating going over and saying hello.