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jageskroIt had been a couple of days since Jag had run into Val in a different mood than he ever had before, and finished the evening getting his arse handed to him in a pub fight not far from Val's cousin's restaurant. Of course he hadn't come out of it on top; the place had been full of rich arseholes, and Jag had started a fight for nothing at all. Even the ones that weren't wankers wouldn't side with him, with good reason.
( Now, a couple of days later, he was getting more than a little frustrated at the time his face was taking to heal. )
He leaned back against a wall in the busy square, staring angrily down at the few coins in the cap he'd just circulated among the crowd. Barely enough for some fish and chips.
"Fuck me," he gritted out between clenched teeth, frustrated with himself and with the entire fucking situation. Maybe he should just join back with the circus. What the fuck did he think he was doing here, anyway?
( Now, a couple of days later, he was getting more than a little frustrated at the time his face was taking to heal. )
He leaned back against a wall in the busy square, staring angrily down at the few coins in the cap he'd just circulated among the crowd. Barely enough for some fish and chips.
"Fuck me," he gritted out between clenched teeth, frustrated with himself and with the entire fucking situation. Maybe he should just join back with the circus. What the fuck did he think he was doing here, anyway?
