Symposium of spirited beverages

As they clinked glasses the Swede would nod her head a bit and put on a wide grin on her face. " Hah! I'd take you on whenever you want. Though the end result will always be the same hun, me standing with a foot on your chest. " The Swede teased as she would nudge her student with her shoulder.

When the Swede got to hear that Alicia was all for the offer that the Swede presented her with if she should need it, the blond would shrug her shoulders a bit. " I can't let one my students get messed around with too much. It would sully my reputation after all." The Swede let out as after her words followed a low chuckle.

Cecilia would take another long zip of her drink as she would look on at her redheaded friend. " Hmm...sure, I don't mind either way. I'm sure whatever story that gets told will be a good one." The blond powerhouse mused as she would gesture for the bartender to fill up her glass. " So flip away~"

”And so long as it’s a good fight, I won’t care one bit,” Alicia shot back with a wide grin of her own, ”Win, lose – doesn’t matter. So long as we both have fun. What else matters?”

Not that she actually thought Cecilia would find it as easy as that to beat her, let alone each and every time. Alicia had been at this long enough to know that almost nobody won every match they were in. But, again, her win/loss ratio wasn’t what mattered to her and she was entirely sure that fighting Cecilia Northman for real would be a memory to cherish.

If that meant agreeing, she’d agree.

As for letting her students get messed around sullying her rep, well – Alicia just chuckled at that. There wasn’t much else to say.

”Alright then,” She dug around in her pockets until she found a coin which she displayed to Cecilia with a flourish, making it clear that it did in fact have two differing faces, ”Heads you start, tails I go first.”

Simple. Straightforward. Nothing for either of them to get upset about.

With that, Alicia flung the coin into the air with a practiced flick of her thumb. The silver disc spun up, came down again to land perfectly in the redhead’s palm before she slapped it down on the bar.

Then she pulled it away to reveal the head facing uppermost.

”Looks like you’re up first,” She took a swig of her drink, settling back expectantly.

Cecilia couldn't help but let out a light chuckle as Alicia went for that coin and soon flipped it up into the air. Soon enough the results were in and it looked as if the blond was the one that was going to have to be the one to share a story or two. She shrugged her shoulders and would down her drink before leaning back a bit and taking a second or two to think about what to talk about.

" Hmm...." The former hardcore champion let out, wondering if she should talk about the time when she won the hardcore title, or her matches against Heather Sunderland...or maybe her time before AFW. She snapped her fingers and then turned towards Alicia. " Ever heard about Gatt ?" Cecilia let out, a grin on her face as she would turn to the bartender and tap her glass...getting it filled up.

" See, back in the day Gatt used to be the biggest and baddest bitch around. When I was new here I took the chance to fight her and well..sure I put up a good fight but the bitch was way too much of a cheater. Half the match was basically cunt punches from her. I lost our first match and a lot of shit started to happen." Cecilia spoke out as she took the now filled glass as she swirled it around in her hand.

" When the match was slated to happen, the rematch I mean....well Gatt kinda poofed, vanished...she was gone. Figured she was scared of me after what I did to Sabre her guard dog to get the hardcore title. Anyways....I moved on. Continued my life and became one of the biggest baddest name in AFW history." Cecilia let out as she grinned a toothy grin towards Alicia. " Then, that redheaded bitch came back with her cronies and we had a little match where I schooled her ass. She didn't remain for all that long after that." Cecilia said as she shrugged her shoulders.

" When I look back at it all it seems trivial, since I've had tougher fights If I'm honest, many against that former guard dog of Gatt's." Cecilia said as she pointed to Alicia. " Like Gatt was still a cunt punching bitch in our rematch, but I was prepared and a hell of a lot better by the time that match happened."

Gatt…

Alicia had to shake her head at that – she’d made and was making an effort to familiarise herself with the current faces of Friction but she really didn’t have time in the day to look up even the past champions. The way she saw it, they didn’t matter anyway. They were gone, finito, departed and weren’t likely to show up in the ring across from her.

Which wasn’t to say that there weren’t things she could learn from them or watching them in action but it took a backseat to making sure she knew her current co-workers. So no, she hadn’t heard of Gatt.

That was fine with her, given what Cecilia then laid out in her story.

The redhaired woman just shook her head as she listened, taking another mouthful from her drink and waving for the bartender to refill it in turn.

”I don’t get it,” The big Brit said when Cecilia was done, ”Cheating, I mean. Give me a proper fight any day, it’s way more fun. Win or lose.”

She rolled her eyes, picking up her fresh glass.

”So could this Gatt actually fight or just cheat? Because it sounds to me like you did us a favour if you ran her out of Friction. I mean, she doesn’t sound all that big or bad to me – a bitch, sure.”

Alicia knew it was her turn to talk but she felt like digging into this a bit more first.

Cecilia would roll her eyes a bit. Thinking about Gatt those were the good old days...the good old days that actually made her feel rather old right now. She was so young when she fought Gatt, she was faster back then but nowhere near as durable or strong as she was right now. While her fighting style wasn't all that different, she had gotten a lot better at her opinion. If she fought Gatt now then the redhead might not be as much trouble as before. Though that would depend on who much Gatt had grown.

The Swede would look on at Alicia and then gesture to the bartender to give her two fingers of whiskey. She'd wait for the glass and then take a deep sip of it. " Hmm..." The Swede thought for a second as she swirled that liquid around her mouth and let her tongue become familiar with the flavor.

" Gatt could fight, and she was a cheating bitch. Which was what made her dangerous." Cecilia let out as she would look over at Alica. " She might have been the best brawler to ever set foot in AFW. Though brawling can only get you so far in this place." Cecilia let out as she would fold her arm over Alicia's shoulder and pull her in close. " You need to have more than just one weapon. Or you need to have many ways to be able to use that one weapon. Otherwise you'll end up only showing weaknesses..." Cecilia would let out as she tried to impart some wisdom to Alicia. She knew her student had dangerous legs, and that she knew a few ways to use them. Though it was still something to keep in mind.


" How about you? managed to get any war stories as of yet?" Cecilia spoke out as she would swirl her glass a bit and then place it down on the counter.

”Hmmph,” Alicia sat back and pursed her lips. On the one hand, she had no issue with brawlers. Some of her best fights had been against brawlers, people who just went for it with all their heart. In fact, in some ways, fighting a brawler was even more fun than fighting a technician. So that much, she could approve of.

Brawling, yes. Cheating… Well, that was where Alicia started to have a problem, largely because she just found it really, really hard to wrap her head around why anyone would actually want to cheat. She knew people did but…

It was just fundamentally incompatible with the basis of Alicia’s own interest in fighting which was to fight.

The best way she could rationalise it was that cheaters lacked something, whether it was the spine or the skill to get them through a fight. So they wimped out.

Her thoughts were distracted by the arrival of a solid arm on and around her shoulder, in a position that – if they’d been fighting – would have been pretty worrying.

As it was, Alicia wasn’t objecting. She was into both men and women and Cecilia was an extremely impressive example of a woman in many ways. In fact, between the bulk of Alicia’s chest and Cecilia’s, displayed nicely in their respective tops, they were drawing more than a few stares. And for other reasons too, naturally.

”Next time we roll,” The redhead threw back, ”I’ll show you just how many weapons I’ve got, Cecilia. And how well I use them.”

Whatever.

She perked up when asked about war stories, however. There wasn’t much to comment on from her time at AFW but maybe…

”Do ones from uni count?” Alicia asked thoughtfully, tracing a nonsense pattern on the bar, ”Because there was this one girl there…”