“Wait wait wait….You want me to hit you? Like in the face?”  He honestly doesn’t know how or

“Wait wait wait….You want me to hit you? Like in the face?”  He honestly doesn’t know how or why this is suddenly being asked of him. Maybe he’s dreaming. Or drunk. Or both.“C’mon kiddo. Do me this one favour.” Jack pouts. An expression that seems odd for a man like him, despite Rhys really not knowing anything about him…other than that he’s a bit…weird. He must be if he’s willing to let a complete stranger he met once on a plane stay at his place.“Why?”Already bored of all the questions, Jack starts hopping on the spot with nervous energy “Why? I dunno why. I dunno. Never been in a fight. You?”“No…but t-that’s a good thing.” Rhys isn’t sure if he wants this conversation to go on any further. It’s late, he’s tired, and he just wants to try and sleep. But his curiosity, and the fact that he’d have nowhere else to stay, keeps him from just walking away right now.“No it is not! How much can you know about yourself if you’ve never been in a fight.” Staring at Jack, the apparent masochist, as he shuffles around on his feet; seemingly annoyed at Rhys’ lack of enthusiasm to his request, Rhys is beginning to question his recent sleeping arrangement for the night. What the hell has he gotten himself into?Jack just stares back with a grin, beckoning Rhys to come closer. “I don’t wanna die without any scars. So c’mon! Hit me!”Sighing and putting down his briefcase, Rhys edges a little closer.“Jack, this is crazy. I-”“Then go crazy! Who gives a shit.”Rhys squints, licking his lips. His skin buzzing with nervous adrenaline. “So you just…you just want me to hit you.”“That’s right.” Jack edges closer too, tilting his head at the taller man. A glimmer in his mismatched eyes.“Like in the face?”Jack locks his gaze on Rhys, being sure he has his full attention before winking. “I don’t know. Surprise me.”Doubtful of the sanity of the man in front of him, and the three pitchers of beer they shared making him more lenient to grant Jack’s apparent desire to be punched in the face, Rhys clenches his fists.“…This is so fucking stupid.”—Soooo I’ve got a Borderlands/Fight Club au in the works. You guys will be seeing a lot more of this~also my writing is terrible. I’m sorry -- source link

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