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"Ace... You need to stop getting into fights..."
"What're you, my mom? Grow up. Fights happen."
"They shouldn't happen this frequently, Ace. And not all of them should include you."
He just hummed in response, and turned his head away from me a little, if only to avoid my steel glare. I sighed and looked back down, patching up his hands. We were at a bar, and I stepped out because Eyeball was drunk and needed a ride home. I came back to see Ace, looking like he got the shit beat of out of him, smoking on the curb. Now, we were sitting in my car, and I was cleaning him up. I wrapped up his knuckles, and pushed my lips to them gently, grabbing his other hand and doing the same. I looked to him, "Did you at least win?"
"Fuck yeah I won. You think I look beat up? You should see the other guy."
"How did the fight even start?"
He rolled his eyes, leaning his head back, "Well, I was at our table with Billy, and the guy just came over and started talking shit. Must have thought he had balls made of fuckin' steel, sayin' the shit he did... Fuckin' knuckle dragger..."
"What did Billy do?"
"Billy was wasted. He just kinda sat there. Charlie came by and picked him up afterwards."
"Why didn't he take you home?"
He smiled, "He offered but I knew you were the one with the first aid kit in your car."
I raised my brows at him, "Oh please."
We were quiet for a while, and I eventually started up my car, "Ready to go home?"
He looked to me, "No. I don't want my mom riding my ass about this. It upsets her when I get into fights. Can I stay at your place? Just until I'm fixed up."
I sighed, "Ace... You know how my parents feel about you staying over. Plus, what will they think if they see you all beat up like this?"
"They'll think 'wow thank god my child is with someone who can hold his own'."
I sighed, thinking it over, "We can just park in the woods somewhere. Just sleep in the car. Is that okay with you?"
"More than okay. Just try not to mow anyone down on the way."
I chuckled, turning onto a main road, "If either of us would even think about doing that, it'd be you."
"Especially if it's that Chamber's kid."
"What do you have against him?"
"He looks at me funny."
"Maybe that'd because you look like a weasel."
He scrunched up his nose at me, "Then that makes you a weasel fucker. How come he doesn't look at you like that?"
"Because I'm tolerable."
"You're really on it today with the comebacks."
I winked, "That's not all that I'm on."
"I don't know if you're referring to me or drugs."
