Fight

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They had set up a beer pong table. They had a tournament where the winner played me.
A: Smitty isn't coming, he had a family thing. You want to be my partner.
C: YES!!

The time came. We walked down, warmed up and the game started. The winners were 2 guys. They had frat jackets on.
Frat guy1: So, did you party in college?
A: college wasn't really my thing. Didn't stay long enough to party much.
FG1: So neither of you went to college?
C: I did.
FG1: What sorority did you pledge?
C: I didn't.
FG1: Never got offered huh.
C: Never felt the need to be a part of a group in college.
FG1: So what are you saying?
C: Didn't want to pledge. Maybe you should worry about you and not my college social status.
I laughed.
FG2: Did she apply to be your partner?
A: No, I picked her.
FG2: Are you two together?
A: She is my wife.
FG2: Ok.
A: Maybe if you were looking at those cups as hard as you are looking at her you could play a better game.
FG1: Where the fuck did you learn to play?
A: Me?
FG1: Her.
C: Just kinda picked it up.
FG1: you're cheating.
C: How?
FG1: IDK, but you have to be.
She sinks the final ball.
Team Post wins.
I pick her up and spin her around.
The other team was livid.
I can't believe we lost to you two.
One stepped too close to Charlotte. He was yelling. I got between them. He pushed me and the fight started. James grabbed Charlotte. Alex grabbed me and security put the two guys out.
A: Charlotte, are you hurt?
C: I'm ok. Are you?
A: I'll be fine. Let's go back to our room baby.
We get back to our room. We both soak our hands in ice.
A: Who did you hit?
C: The other guy started to jump on you so I hit him.
C: I thought James grabbed you. He did after I hit him a few times. James tackled him to the ground, grabbed me and got me out.
A: Let me see your hand.
C: I'm fine.
A: I think you broke something.
C: It doesn't hurt. Look at yours.
A: I'll get X-rays if you will.
C: FINE.
I sprained my wrist. Charlotte broke her pinkie.
They were setting it.
A: James, what the hell happened.
J: She knocked him out.
A: She said you put him on the ground.
J: She knocked him into me. She knocked him out. He was out cold. I pushed him out of my way to get to her. He was going towards you. I was trying to get through the crowd, but she got there first.
A: Shit. I hate that she has a broken finger. She wasn't even drunk.

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