Circling The Drain

Clyde saw the sour expression Zak carried and frowned slightly. "Aww, jus' jokin, man!" He assured sincerely before hearing Zak out on Abbey, it put a few thoughts in Clyde's head in regards to what he'd do with Abbey if given the chance. "Uh huh..." He agreed before seeing Zak roll out of the ring.

Immediately Clyde's eyes widened. "Huh!? Hey! Where ya goin'!? That's it!? Yer done jus' like that? Ain't you havin' fun?" Clyde asked with a dissapointed frown.

"Yeah, but not the right kind of fun!" Zak said, pausing by the ring. "I didn't come here to roll around with some dude. I want to get better at wrestling, but... Man, I gotta find that chick, bro. Ya know? Like, ass like that is one in a billion!"

He waved Clyde off and turned to leave. "Hey, peace out, man, be good," he said as he headed for the door.

Clyde scratched his head as he heard Zak out. He wanted to get better but he had a sparring partner right here. Though apparently he was too set on finding Abbey to care.

"Well..." Clyde looked off into the distance and thought about it. Having to agree that Abbey had an amazing thick ass. But he liked to think Mercy still held the title.

He didn't need to share that Zak.

"Well... Uh... Ok, friend... Take care." He waved Zak goodbye, feeling lonely in the ring. Like a playdate had been cutshort by someone's mom coming to pick them up too many hours early.

"Hit me up if ya ever wanna hang out or train or whatever!" He said. "...Or need help stayin' alive here."