[center][h3][color=0054a6]Raylan Ulysses [/color][/h3]
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[color=0054a6][b]Location;[/b][/color] Athletic center to Bar.
[color=0054a6][b]Interacting With;[/b][/color] [@Helo] Bhodi Fisher [/center]

[b]"Raylan! Do you... Are you drunk!?"[/b] The Wrestling coach shouted at Raylan.... In front of the entire team. Raylan never minded taking an ass chewing, it was part of the position of he was in. He did however very much mind getting an ass chewing in front of people. A lot of people learned the hard way to never be little him in public.

Raylan glared at the coach. How he wanted to a fist through his face, however, words not fists would be his weapons. "Coach I'm worried about you. You looked stressed." Raylan said with a half smile.

"You damn right I am! If we get hit with anything! You're cut from the team!" The coach shouted at the top of his lungs.

"See there! I'm already ahead! Stress can ruin every day of your life. Getting cut can only ruin my day once!" Raylan said with a smile.

What made the situation worse was, everyone knew he was right. He could be a professional MMA fighter in an hour if he wanted. He also had his training work and security work as well. The only thing that was keeping him in there was the fact that he wanted to. There wasn't a need, just a want. A want that he was very willing to walk away from. 

The rage inside in side the coach was starting to show. However before he could say anything Raylan spoke again. "The A.D. has everything you need. They won't find anything improper around me." Raylan's smile was gone, replaced with a look that told everyone around that this conversation was over. 

Raylan didn't stay for another word. He simply walked to the nutrition center and got a shake. Banana Strawberry in taste, jam packed with everything that a human body needed. He sat down trying to enyjoy the shake but he was reminded of just how much he hated so many people around this school. 

All that however was melted away when a text from his best friend Bodhi Fisher rang out. Bodhi, inviting him to bar. Raylan was all too quick to reply.

[center][b]To: Beau The Fishman[/b]
[color=20B2AA]Does a fat baby fart?[/color][/center]

Five minutes later Raylan was on his bike and off the bar the two friends frequented the most.