The two young men strode through the throngs outside the gym. There were jeers and cheers and much posturing.
Mikey shrugged off Pat’s hand and tugged his cap closer to his head. He winced as he touched his eye. Gonna be a beaut of a shiner there tomorrow.
“What do you think you can do, Pat? It’s all good. I’ll get him next week. Just wasn’t my week. Next week.”
written for Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge: ROBBED.
photo credit: 2 Guys Talking Mets Baseball No credit given there for pic.