Alexander Ace Peterson has been an underground boxer for nearly his whole life, its always the same thing, train, fight, and win. But his boss tells him that they need something new, that something being a woman. Would having a woman join the fight...
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The pub is low on chatter and mild in terms of collection. Not many people are here today which is pleasant as it is a work day so the only people who are here are the ones who have no jobs and the alcoholics who have nothing better to do with their lives.
There is stillness to the air that does nothing to calm the raging sea of confliction within me. Each thought I have is a constant battle between what is right and what is wrong.
But what is strange is the fact that this place that holds so many good memories, that helped me overcome by biggest fears and gave me a place to call home, no longer provides any of those things.
To me now it is just another pub where you drink and drown in your sorrows to resent and overthink the past and there is nothing homely about that. It's because deep down I know there is another way for me to escape this life that has me shackled in chains, that is no longer the Burrow and Spade, there is a life of crime and fighting that is just waiting, calling, for me to say yes and my head hurts with weighing the pros and cons of agreeing.
My life is changing, as I said right from the beginning, and I can't slow down it and I don't think I want to.
Derek has it easy today due to the lack of customers so he is able to focus on the tedious task of reorganising the glass shelf and by this I mean he has taken every single, mug, cup, beer mug, martini glass and has placed them all over the counter in an unordinary fashion.
I must admit from the way the utensils are all displayed out, covering the counter, it's even making me feel slightly uneasy.
"You really need to get yourself checked out mate," tuts Marcus, nodding towards the collection of glasses.
Derek raises a neatly trimmed brow and scowls, "at least my life is somewhat organised."
Marcus snorts, "by organised you mean you are a complete and total clean freak, yeah sure that's what I want to be."
Derek picks up a martini glass and waves it erratically in Marcus's direction, "carry on with this back chat and no more free beers," he warns.
Marcus grumbles something incoherent but luckily Derek doesn't catch it and goes back to cleaning the martini glass.
"Can we talk about my dilemma now?" I ask breezily, quite enjoying the banter between the two old friends.
Marcus nods his head uttering a quick apology and Derek's makes a grunting noise whilst he very closely inspects a beer mug.
I tell them both about Eric and him wanting me to join the academy and I tell them how desperate he seemed for me to be there. I tell them how it was strange that is desperation was so inclined. It was like life or death to him and I shudder just remembering.
