"Well, well, well. Look who showed up. Are you still a little runt that runs away from me?"
yes I am always small no matter how old I get I laugh sweetly your silly
"That's right, you're a little bitch and always will be."
"So, what brings you here? Looking for another beating?"
haha nah, but I did bring some cupcakes! Wanna have one? They have your name on them! I show him cupcakes and they have his name written on there in frosting
"Cupcakes? Yeah, sure. Hand 'em over." Jason snatches a cupcake from DragonflyDream's hands and takes a big bite "Not bad, not bad."
"Yeah, they're alright. But you know what would be even better? A little fight. How about it, runt?"
hmm… idk you’ll beat me.. remember?!
"Oh, come on. Don't tell me you're scared now." Jason smirks and cracks his knuckles
of course I’m scared! That’s why I brought cupcakes! So if you win I can treat you! And if I win then you can owe me the same! Deal? my smirk shows excitement
"Deal." Jason's smirk turns into a wicked grin "But don't expect to win. You've always been weak."
okay bet! If I lose I gave you options of what you could do. I won’t be beaten but try anyway little mr big shot bully I chuckle softly
"Alright then, let's settle this once and for all." Jason rolls up his sleeves and steps back, ready to fight
we begin to fight as our muscles glisten under the sunlight which shines through the warehouse roof and our breathing gets heavy making our faces flush
Jason's face turns red with anger as he swings his fist at DragonflyDream "Take this!" The punch lands squarely on DragonflyDream's jaw
I slightly stumble but I push forward and then I punch his stomach hard before kicking his knee making him fall to the ground
Jason grunts in pain as he falls to the ground, clutching his stomach and trying to catch his breath "Goddamn... You got lucky this time..."
hmmm maybe.. Maybe you were just clumsy
With a scowl on his face, Jason slowly stands up, wiping the dirt off his clothes "This isn't over, you little shit.
Oh really?! Hmmm what do you think your stakes are? Remember I said you could pick what happens if I win or if you win. I lost count of how many times you gave me options I wimmp softly, holding my cheek since the punch hurt
"Fine. If I win, you owe me 100 bucks and you have to do my chores for a week. And if you win, I'll owe you 100 bucks and I'll do your chores for a week."