Black Lagoon: The Island of Lost Souls

8 - Close Bonds

It had been about a day after the Lagoon had went off to meet with Balalaika for their mission. Now it was back to nothing for them, as Dutch, Revy, and Dustin remained at their main office. Dutch was busy making some phone calls, while Dustin and Revy sat out on the sofa, drinking some fresh cans of beer.

"Now I'm telling ya, this bitch had the most massive tits. I mean, I think they were the size of my fuckin' head!" Said Revy, her empty hand pointing to emphasize on the large breasts of a woman she ran into at the Yellow Flag. Dustin, meanwhile, listened with a smile on his face.

"Anyways, she's yapping off to what seemed to be her lover.." Revy went on, sipping her beer, "Some damn little twink of a man, and then, he starts yelling at her!"

Dustin seemed rather enamored in the story now, maybe because Revy was reciting it like some uncle at a cookout after a few drinks.

"And when that happens.. oh, this lady was NOT having it. So this man just keeps on going, and going, and then, wham!"

Revy makes a clapping sound by smacking her hand against the top of her thigh.

"This lady just kicks him in the face! Broke his nose, too.. oh, my God, I couldn't stop myself from laughing. I never saw the lady again, she just strutted on outta' there with her tits flopping around.." Revy said with a chuckle, before finishing up the rest of her beer.

"Damn, Revy. You should go to more parties when you can.. you're a damn good entertainer." Dustin said in response, his smile widening as he laughed with her.

Eventually they finished up their beers, and it seemed Revy had ran out of stories to share.

"Say, Dusty.." Revy would say now, running a hand through hair as her amber eyes shifted to look into his. "Remember when you said you'd train me a little? Show me some of that wing-chun kung-fu shit?"

"Yeah, I do." Dustin replied, cracking his knuckles. "And for the last time.. it's Taekwondo."

"Blah blah, you know what I mean, that tae-kwon whatever the hell you call it. There's a little gym not to far from here, and the owner is fine with us rentin' it out for a little while. You wanna take up the offer and show me the ropes?" She'd say to him, her eyes lighting up and a daring grin forming on her face.

A similar grin would appear on Dustin's face as well. "Yeah, sure. As long as Dutch is fine with it."

"Already asked em." Revy quipped, "He's fine with us leaving for a while."

"Alright, then." Dustin said back to her as he stood up now, cracking his neck and wrists. "Might be a little rusty, but I'm always up for helping someone learn a thing or two."

"I can't fuckin' wait to see all the shit you'll pull off. Just like the night at the underground ring, eh?" Revy said, walking alongside Dustin as they left the building.
"Yeah, I guess so.." Dustin replied, "Just like the night in the ring..."

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"Alright, Revy. I'm gonna be straight and simple with ya, alright?" Said Dustin as he now stood in the open area of the gym, standing on a large foam mat. He wore a tank top and athletic pants, while Revy seemed to... wear her ordinary outfit, just without the holsters and her boots.

"We can do all of this with full protection, or go semi-contact, or full contact. It's up to you as long as you take me seriously." He said, smacking his hands together and cracking his knuckles.

"Hell, you think I'm some pussy, Dusty? I'll opt for full contact. They don't call me Two Hands for nothing."

"They call you Two Hands because you shoot well.. not because you can fight well."