There's No Going Back (Jack ~ Matt & Vy)

"Just because a guy is double your weight, is nothing impressive." Vy informs with a chuckle and another sip of her beer. It's quite hilarious to listen to the males try a hand in talking about how their daring opponent was, instead of just how bloody they made them. "All of you dudes are double our size." She makes her point, including an unhesitant tone that she could still easily take them with that fact. Plus there's another chick sitting beside her that could handle them just as smoothly, a rare kind that she hardly encounters anymore. It's surprisingly refreshing.

"My bets go on me or her against one of you dicks." Finally another female that knows what's up! Just as cocky and ballsy as the guys. "But it'd be far more challenging to try to kick her ass." The boys transfer from protesting to agreeing that that'd be a fight they'd want to see.

An instigated laugh comes from Vy, as if approving of this match herself. "You're on." Could be a refreshing competition, if they were around a ring and her eyes didn't catch someone she's knows isolated away in a corner. "I'm gonna go get some refills for you scrawny asses." As always she comes up with the perfect excuse on the spot, referring to the guys and their complaints on others being double their size. Sure they have one filled to the brim in the center of their table, but they also have three drained ones.

"For me? You shouldn't have." Vy cracks out a joke off the bat as she disturbs her friend. It is very tempting to steal a sip just to stir things up, but it doesn't look like Matthew's in the mood. To be nice she slides it in front of him instead of taking it for herself. "Still down in the dumps?" She asks with her pitch turning down from how it was with the other careers. Drinking alone at a bar is never a good sign, and apparently she's a friend...which means she has to do something, though her brain was already commanding her to do so anyways. Does that come with the friend thing to?

"Someone's feeling polite today." Vy replies back quite sarcastically to Matthew's bark of giving his beer back. No messing with a depressed man's beer, she should of already known that. Can't even blame him for this attitude since she understands far more then she'd like. But that doesn't mean she'll accept it and leave him to his sorrowful self. First she'll do that stupid cliché of asking how's he doing, even if she doesn't put it in those exact words, then she'll snap him out of this. Point to being absorbed in self-pity? There is none.

In seconds he's responding with a quick yep Least he's being honest? And even more so as he expresses his desire of being left to only his drink. Like Vy's going to give in to that ridiculous request, no matter how clever he words it. "I'm sure." She remarks as she takes a seat on a barstool anyways. What fun would it be to get drunk alone to be absorbed in feeling sorry for yourself?

The careers that Vy left behind don't seem as thrilled over her change in plans. Automatically she shoots them back a bird without even glancing their way, just over the flirting comment...though she'd probably reply that way regardless. "Some refills please." The waitress picks up on the other careers' order to the female one, and comes over to collect the empty pitchers. That sort of deserves a kind interaction, and from Vy surprisingly. Though the need to cheer up her friend may have a slight influence on that.

"Why don't you come join us?" Vy offers as she turns her attention back over to Matthew. "Maybe we can get into a bar fight and snap you out of this funk." A small elbow nudge is given his way for encouragement. Plus Vy couldn't possibly go back to her table now and just watch him drown in his glass. He better agree to this.

Without hesitation Matthew declines the invite to be social. Why anyone would prefer to bathe in their sorrows, is beyond Vy. Then again she gets into fights and bad situations during the rare moments that something affects her, which might not be any better. Still she's determined to pull her friend out of whatever's going on, no matter what the cost. "I don't have that long." She remarks to his disapproval of ever joining them at the real career's table. Wasn't he one of them not too long ago? Guess a girlfriend and a baby can do that much to a guy. How unfortunate. Too bad she's not settling for that...but apparently he isn't either.

A hard push follows a further verbal resistance to him getting over feeling sorry for himself. "Ay!" Immediately comes from one of the careers at the other table. Before anything else Vy delivers a brutal glare over that guy's way.

"Seriously? Does it not look I can't handle myself?" She asks rhetorically and quite sarcastically, throwing her hands up to gesture how ridiculous his comment was. Focus turns back to Matthew when the dude, along with others, realize their lack of place in this. A step towards him is taken despite his obvious desire to be alone. "You need to get over yourself." She states the harsh truth in a hushed tone that only Matthew can hear. "Because right now you're not in any position to be a Peacekeeper or a Father. Come join us when you realize this." Briefly a pause is taken as she waits for the bartender to bring over the filled pitchers, which she balances all too gracefully.

Never has Vy allowed herself to deal with the conflict of debate, uncertainty of what she should do. Well except for now of course, as she's baffled over forcing her friend to get over himself, or just letting him be. The first option may very well result in a physical altercation, obviously meaning a bar brawl, but even that seems more entertaining then watching Matthew mope. Before she'd always overlook a depressed loner at the bar, and sadly she's unable to for this occasion.

What the hell happened to her? Because he slips out an insult through his sorrow, and still she doesn't react spontaneously and how'm ever the hell she pleases. Anyone else would of gotten a hard pair of knuckles to their nose, yet Vy's hesitating now; only delivering him a cold glare, as if trying to nonverbally explain that he's snapping at the one person trying to be here for him currently. "Guess I wouldn't." She agrees while her tone drips with sarcasm. Right, also push away the one person that could possibly comprehend.

Instead of caving into a drink buddy and getting his mind off of this crap, Matthew pushes further on how Vy doesn't have a clue. Is there really any point in arguing with how keen he is on this fact? She can already tell there's nothing that's going to possibly change his mind. And as fun as it would be to get into a fight, she doesn't want to give him that satisfaction. Not when he's so content on her not being a friend. If he wants her to leave, fine. "Suit yourself." With the filled pitchers balancing in her arms she gives him exactly what he wants, the sight of her back. The one time she tries to be nice, it backfires. Probably shouldn't do that again.

"What was up with that Vy? You need me to go kick his ass?" The same guy before remarks. Instantly Vy's stare darts over to him, with far more hostility then what Matthew received. For some reason a person trying to fight her battles for her, is a ton more obnoxious then an actual insult.

"You comment about something like that again, and it's going to be your ass that's beaten." She warns very straightforwardly. Still the bastard keeps an eye on her friend, as if waiting for him to finally step over the edge and start something. This even Matthew notices and gives a comment back to.

The slightly younger career takes the small opportunity with open arms. "Stay out of what? Vy?" He remarks back, and even faster then earlier the female Blonde's reacting. Before anyone can even realize it her palm meets a side of the boy's face with a harsh slap.

"You really want to get your own ass kicked, don't you?" She warns and questions rhetorically. His face remains stern, though the slyest grin intervenes as well. Whatever, Vy could careless since he's shutting up.

The energy for a fight is like the big pink elephant in the room, and apparently everyone has one. Why they didn't just originally go to a a location designated to boxing, is beyond Vy. That's what she would of done, and she's not even the brightest crayon in the box. Luckily nothing happens, even if she did accidentally initiate something. Everyone relaxes back in their seats though, with creased eyebrows consuming their expressions. Including that one that's itching for a altercation in particular. A smirk still upon his cheeks as his gaze goes back and forth between the two he only met tonight, like debating on who he's going to start something with. Now he has options.

Seems like these careers don't appreciate their newest addition acting as the most dominant on her first night. Those cocky comments and laughter fading away to nonexistence, after a small incident of trying to get one of the them to shut the hell up. Might even be their current head man since he appears to be the most talkative and daring of them all. As for the biggest and strongest? Vy's so unaffected by that she doesn't bother to note his size. She's not going to cave into his crave for a fight anyways...or maybe she will.

One small glance over at her actual friend and it looks like he's enjoying this. Maybe a few flying knuckles is exactly what everyone needs. Her vision turns back to the careers around her, and an intimidating stare & half grin joins along. Eyes stop upon that one again. "Ready to make up for that hit?" He questions far too suggestively. Immediately Vy's laughing back at him. "What? You'd rather screw Mr. sorry for himself, over there?"

"I'd rather frack anyone else in this bar." And that's saying something given there's plenty of unattractive people in here. Guess he doesn't like this compliment, and it's like a button's been pushed with what he does next; flipping the table over to fall on top of two of his friends, let alone knock down all of beer and shots. Without hesitation Vy's involving herself and throwing the first punch straight to his face. He, of course, retaliates as fast with a swing of his own. Great thing about alcohol, no feeling the impact till tomorrow.

"Hey! Take that outside!" One of the older bartender's order, and the other careers follow with pulling them apart. There's no doubt they want to see this battle as much as the others, they're just willing to bring it elsewhere. And it's clear the two are too preoccupied with delivering attacks to pay attention or transfer. A couple of more hits are given within the bar, but they do manage to tear them away.

"You sure you wanna get into this?" The only other female career advices. Purposely being the one to escort Vy, as she acts too impatient to wait to kick the guy's ass. She gives a nonchalant shrug in return. "These guys fight unfair, they'll tag team and shit."

"Whatever, then i'll beat all of them." Just as always Vy has no fear in the district, and finds this as an easy challenge. Already a crowd is forming an open circle for them, being as excited as the contestants themselves. The first of Vy's targets come into view, and she wastes no times to begin the fun.

This is what Vy was looking for. To go back to her old ways, if only for a single night. Of course she halted that time at just getting drunk, which is why she didn't go to the underground bar. But now that she is intoxicated, a few rounds in a human-made ring sounds like fun. So their might be a little tag-teaming, they're not all going to attack at once. Piece of cake since they all seem more strength oriented then knowing good strategy. Plus the feeling of everyone screaming and hollering for a good fight, is already worth it. She will gladly grant their wishes.

Muscles ache for her to carve her fists into something, anything. And her blood races through her in preparation. She doesn't even wait for someone to signal a go ahead. Once he's close enough to her, she resumes her throws. Being out here with an audience has her wits joining her. The punches don't go aimlessly with only force, but instead her right will go one way while her stronger left goes to unblocked territory. This he -to no surprise- doesn't like, as he quickens his reactions and with more power. Less swings come from her side as she manages to step back from the majority of his attempts. Constantly entering back in just in time to dodge another and bring her own knuckles to open areas.

Doesn't seem like he's appreciating any of this, especially with how unaffected she is by the few hits her gets in. He decides to take it a step further as he suddenly brings his feet into this. Unexpectedly the bottom of a shoe meets with Vy's bad knee, as her focus stayed on covering her upper half. How he happened upon her one sore spot is frustrating, and unfortunately has her limping for only a second. It's enough time for him to take advantage and force them to the floor. Her back hits to concrete harshly, and to make matters better a balled up hand digs into her stomach during the process. Too bad it'll never be that easy.

She has far too much experience in reversing the tables to be defeated that quickly. With one swift movement his back is the one of the ground, and her legs are keeping him down in ways that he'd probably like...if it weren't for the continuos knuckles that now greet his face. Some people have slower reaction times when it comes to drinking, and others -like Vy- are a lot faster. This time it's one of his friends that aren't fond of this, and with one sneaky slap of his the guy's hand, he's ripping her off to fight someone else.

There's a dull throb in one of Vy's leg now, but it fails to affect her. It can't now, there's too many asses to kick. Instantly she yanking free from the other one's grip to turn around and face him. Just as earlier, she takes no time to start with the attacks. A punch here, one there, given and taken by both. If only she wasn't so out of breath compared to this dude, who only just now started in the match. As fast as she tries to be, he's just more clear headed. Still she of course gets in quite a few nice punches, though he achieves just as many.

With hands on her knees Vy attempts to catch her breathing, wiping away a small trail of blood from her nose. This only gives them the perfect opportunity to tag in even fresher blood. "Really?" She mutters and straightens up. She'd much rather finish off one of the others, but they don't seem to like that idea.

"Getting tired already?" The one that doesn't even have a scratch on him yet, questions. He's not interested in giving her a second of a break and moves in with as much speed as she did in the beginning. Again the punches beginning, and Vy's exhaustion is becoming more obvious with every one.