IV
Adrenaline and Testosterone, 2017
⚠drinking and fighting ⚠
⚠18+⚠
He was hard. And drunk.
The girl in his lap and the beer in his hand are not helping. He bit his lips and tuned out his friends chatters and hollers. If the girl keeps grinding on him further, he will explode in his pants, so he pushed her off his lap and staggered upstairs to his bathroom. He fumbled with his bedroom key and opened after excruciating few minutes and lurched into the bathroom. By the time he came down dragging his feet down the stairs pushing through drunk slobbering guys and making way through a making out couple, he heard the yelling and shouts from outside. Not giving himself to sober up, he rushed out on his unsteady feet towards the voices. Nothing can exceed his shock, and rage upon watching his favourite car being keyed and crashed against the gates of his parents house. The guards pulling up the drunk person from the driver’s seat, who was roaring heavy, colourful words as a lullaby for the neighbours. And recognised the person before even hearing that deep, rich voice.
Michael Stom. His rival and arch-nemesis.
He didn’t think anything before raging towards the hollering guy.
He socked the guy in the jaw, his blood boiling. He forced the boy onto the ground and smashed his fist into Michael’s nose, straddling him.
Michael jerked his hips up and rolled over on top of Keir, straddling him and hammered his fist into Keir’s mouth, lips torn and bleeding. Keir punched Michael’s guts earning a grunt and pushing him off. Their fight growing violent with the crowd. Their shirts staining with blood and skin painted with bruises. Michael’s palm came down with great force and in his drunken state Keir couldn’t block the heavy slap. His visions blurred and his throat parched. The sky and trees swimming. Lights dimming and eventually fused into darkness.
