Bracelets for the soul

Vale peaked through a bit, lowering his arms when he realized the man had not hit him and was just...talking to him? Did he not understand the opportunity the wrestler was presenting him with? He'd already apologized! Vale sighed. Was it him? Did he say something wrong? Again? He looked the other up and down for a moment before making up his mind.

"As I said previously, I apologize for my actions." That hadn't been enough last time. He thought back to last night, trying to get some clues as to how to make it up to Alti in a manner that the barbie doll would get. Perhaps a more...intimate approach...? Tightening his hands into fists, he extended both his arms forward.

Aberdeen burst out into laughter, not remembering they were sitting at a table with three other people, one of which was their 'soulmate.' Vale's absolute bullshit was the best, and what put the cherry on top of this scene is that Alraada thought the masked wrestler was being honest about his apology! Aberdeen couldn't take it, they gripped at their stomach as the continued their little outburst. They covered their eyes with their arm, so the people at the table wouldn't notice their expressionless face as they continued to snort with laughter.

Aberdeen soon got a hold of themself, still giggling but now patiently waiting for Vale to get the ass-kicking of a lifetime.

Sami merely stared at him, offering no words of comfort like she did before.

Sami stood from her chair, patted Arshrin on the shoulder and beckoned Robb'in over to her shoulder. 'Excuse me.' she said. She walked outside the room, finding a spot not accompanied by anyone.

'Robb'in, is this for the best?' she asked him.
'You made the decision to come here after all. He doesn't have a clue what he's done wrong, that is if he's done anything wrong.'
'It isn't Arshrin's fault. It never was.'
'You might want to tell him that, or else he'll get into a right state. And that purple lady too. She's really going to give you a piece when she gets the chance. You apologised to clear up the earlier incident; why backtrack now?'
'Because it's like what everyone's said. This is an experiment. It is for research.'

Sami looked down at her shoes, 'What is the best thing to do? My 'like' and his 'like' are not the same. When it is all over, would he see it as a fun outing? It hurts to think about it.'

Robb'in sighed, 'So what now? Shall we go back?'

'Yes, we should.'

Sami re-entered, now looking jovial. 'Sami's tummy was hurting, but Sami is all better now!' She shook Arshrin by the shoulders. 'No need to worry Arshy, okay? Sami is not mad, okay?'

She pulled out a chair beside her, 'Sit, sit!'

Aberdeen's giggling soon came to a halt as they realized Maicy had returned to the table and was now addressing them. They turned to her and gave her a thumbs up. "Don't worry bout it, babe. It's no biggie." They responded, nonchalantly. 

Aberdeen ran their fingers through their hair a bit more, somewhat trying to calm their nerves for what the rest of the night would contain. Waltzing, which they weren't too thrilled about, and bare-knuckle boxing, which they were definitely not thrilled about given they were going up against The Steel Twins. Two on one wasn't exactly their forte when it came to fighting. Aberdeen sighed as they pulled their phone out to check the time. 

7:03. The fight starts at 11... Aberdeen opened Google Maps on their phone and typed the address Heavy had given them to find out where they'd be fighting exactly. The place seemed to be a little ways out of the city, but was only a 45 minute drive. That's not too bad... If Aberdeen left at 10, they were sure they'd be fine. They slid their phone back into their pocket and leaned back in their chair.

"How's the food?" They asked Maicy, trying to start up some sort of conversation given this WAS a date after all. "I've never been a huge steak fan, myself, but that looks pretty good!" Steak...great conversation topic... They were really just trying to bide time while they waited for Alti to tear Vale apart. The smoke above the four lowered slightly, now hovering about 8 feet above them.

Alti allowed himself to be spun around by the masked man, his face darkening as he stared outward past Vale's shoulder and onto the spinning world before him. He gave a rough sigh as his body tensed up in rejection of the gesture, trying to convince himself that the apology was authentic as he waited for the conclusion of what may have been the first hug he genuinely did not want. No. It felt too forced. When the wrestler eventually set him down, a new feeling rushed throughout his body and temporarily blocked out the more malicious ones as he leaned his forehead on the other man's shoulder.

Sick.

He felt sick.

And whether or not it was a direct result of fatigue from the previous night, the sour date, or the two glasses of wine he previously downed didn't matter. He was sick now, and finding no other outlet to rid himself of this sick in his still-spinning mind, he figured he'd get rid of it the way he got rid of anger, which by then had already started flooding back as he took his head off of the green man. "OK," he lied, slinging an arm around Vale's neck as the other hand lightly smacked the masked man's cheek. He was just about done with this bullshit. He knew he wasn't going to get a legitimate apology out of this fool, this being evident by the stone-cold expression he held on his face as he stared into the other man's eye. "I.... forgive you, 'friend', but..." A sly grin slowly tugged on his cheeks and he removed his arm from the man's shoulder and held Vale by both, mimicking the bootlegged superhero's speech despite the evil intent in its meaning. "A promise is a promise! It IS only fair that I take out all my frustrations out on you as you have on me!" His smile soon dropped along with his hands on the other man's person, a supernatural energy beginning to radiate off of his body as they fell to his side. Small flakes of black began to take form around his claws as he prepared them for combat, and then-

"Oh, wait-"

The aura died down abruptly as Alti interrupted himself and glanced back to his irritated date, then back to his target.

"Let's take this outside, shall we~" he chirped, giving a toothy grin. If Cyrus freaked out over a little demon eye, he couldn't imagine how downhill the rest of this experiment would go after this little incident.

With the smile still plastered on his face, Alti threw a myriad of punches toward Vale's head and chest with varying intensities, none of which a man of both his build and appearance should possess. Before his last punch made contact with Vale's body, Alti opened his fist and instead grabbed the man by the shirt collar, the other hand following its partner soon after. Picking up speed with every second, Alti spun in place, spinning Vale around for a few seconds before letting go, sending the masked weirdo flying at a ridiculous speed, the intent being for the man to go through the door and out into the streets. "Keep my seat warm for me, honey! This won't take long~" he said to Cyrus before charging at Vale, blowing a kiss at Alraada's non-verbal Fuck you. as if to say Anywhere, anytime~.

Vale tilted himself sideways a bit as the other started to throw attacks at him, allowing almost all of them to favor the right side of his body, although some still managed to hit his left half. It was clear from these attacks Alti wasn't messing around here. They were pissed, and likely hadn't forgive him in the slightest based on the intensity and amount of punches thrown at him.

Vale was tossed towards the door, and like before at the airport, the door was crushed behind him a few moments before he made contact with it. He glided out of the room and stopped himself against a tree nearby, coming to a quick, yet harmless halt. He lifted up his mask and spit a bit, black liquid pouring out of his opening. He sighed a bit and cracked his neck. "He dented me pretty good." He noted calmly, feeling the odd shapes beneath the cloth on his torso. "Have to put on a spare later." He looked back up to see Alti barreling towards him and quickly moved out of the way before the man could hit him.

"It seems you don't think I'm being genuine." He said. "Or you just don't care. It takes two to make up, you know~." His voice was still chipper, but he was frowning. "I'm trying to make this a better experience for my partner. I don't know if you'll do the same." He put his hands behind his back. Damn, his chest was hurting. He couldn't block all those punches when he wasn't expecting them. But he's seen some fighting now. Clearly this man wasn't normal. "But if fighting will help you get over this, than fine. I'll continue. I won't lay a hand on you, but I'm not going to just stand here and take that again. I promise." He pulled at his mask to spit out some liquid again before turning back to the man. "I will be your friend! Challenge accepted!" He smiled. 

Alraada sighed slightly, and followed them outside.
She headed over.
"Listen here you little shit." She managed to get out before she stopped herself.
"Ok, fine, you two had your fun...now stop, we're going to get kicked out and someone's going to get really hurt."
She said,suppressing a glare at alti.
Alraada looked over at vale.
"Do you need to go to a nurse or something?"
She was infuriated with Alti, but what Vake did was nothing shirt of idiotic, and oh boy would she let him know of that when Alto eventually left.
It was hurting her, though, not to give Alti what he deserved.
A swift knee to the groin.
Oh well, she'd have to wait to do that. She had no doubt in her mind that she would get really angry and end up doing that.