Lifestyle (Sanford)

[Andrew Callahan]

“Secrets are made to be found out with time.”

Andrew walked along the quiet streets as the sun was slowly setting. He slowly gazed his eyes over every object he was talking by, all the while thinking how they got there and why they were set there, and not anywhere else. He also looked for things that were missing or moved from his last walk around his neighborhood. Subconsciously he looked for anything that would be though provoking.

Before long he found himself rearing the corner his home was set on. He walked up the cement steps to reach the door when his roommate jumped out the door. "Andrew I was waiting for your ass to get back here!" Andrew smiled and took out his ear buds to speak back to him. "What are you doing?" His roommate, Jared, smiled, "Dude, get changed we're going out! I got word of this crazy fight club thing that we are going to!"

Andrew sighed. He did not want to go to this, but he knew that Jared would go alone, and he would get shit from him for days if he refused. "Why don't you take Michael? He likes that fighting shit..." Jared simply put his hand on his face. "Because he is asleep, he has a job. Now you don't have to do anything, just watch a fight or two with me. It will be fun!"

Andrew smiled again. "Whatever fine, but why do I have to change?" Jared looked down at his light zip up sweatshirt, gym shorts and sandals. "Whatever that's fine lets just go!" Jared started trudging down the road to his car, Andrew followed. Little was said on the way, it was only Jared explaining what he knows about this fighting ring.

[Sanford Cunningham]

///// Sanford Cunningham

^{miami, florida}
_{chapter one: loyalty}

Another show on a Saturday night would put Sanford up quite a bit of money. The fights sheduled to take place were sparse, and minor, but the turnout would be great regardless.

Standing in the somewhat crowded main room, along the back wall, he tapped away at his phone, sending texts out to call many of his acquaintences out to The Blue Ring, mainly out of interest in boosting the turnout and seeing a few familiar faces. His eyes darted up from his phone from time to time, observing the people around him, the people in his fine establishment. He liked to keep to the back at times, and watch over things.

Several bartenders were already serving some drinks while trying to prepare the bar for a busy night. Sanford didn't need to watch them so closely. They were acquaintences of his as well, people he could trust with money, and people whom he paid well to handle the crowds his fights would draw in.

He hoped to see Isaac this evening, as well. His text had been unanswered, and he wasn't sure if he could expect him as he checked for new messages again. Flipping his phone shut and dropping it into the pocket of his unbuttoned red shirt, which he wore casually over a white tank, he pushed himself up from the wall and made his way toward the bar, and signalled one of his bartenders in such a way that she knew exactly what he wanted.

Wandering slowly toward the bar, he had given her time to make it, and took it from the bar just as she set it there for him, and began to mingle with the crowd a bit more There was still time yet, for the turnout to arrive.

When the place was really crowded, the fights would start, but he'd keep his eyes on any new talent taking interest as well.

[Andrew Callahan]

"So your saying you met the owner the other day and he told you to come by here?" Andrew thought that seemed a little far fetched. Jared never leaves the house, and he is a bit hyper most of the time. He didn't understand why he would be invited to go to a fight club. But Jared did have the build of a fighter. It was quite amazing, Andrew never once saw him work out, yet he kept such a lean build he was probably stronger than him.

They made their way inside. Andrew looked around to see the crowd. "Holy shit." He whispered over to Jared. He was a bit nervous, but then again he felt like that when he was in big crowds. He would of never come here if he wasn't with Jared, so now he understood why Jared wanted him to come. Jared, being 21, headed toward the bar for a drink. Andrew, hating to be alone, followed.

Jared stopped on his way and began to look in 1 direction. What did he see? Instantly Jared got a big smile on his face. There he is! That's Sanford, come on I will introduce you!"

Jared talked like he knew the guy personally. Andrew really didn't want to meet this guy, he didn't even want to be here. Even through his reluctantness he followed Jared. As he was following him he had to ask. "Where the hell did you meet this guy?" Jared's answer was simple. "Don't worry about it dude."

[Sanford Cunningham]

///// Sanford Cunningham

^{miami, florida}
_{chapter one: loyalty}

Ah, great... Sanford thought to himself as he turned to aknowledge the pair of guys approaching him ...bloody fanboys.

As Jared approached him, it took him several seconds, his head cocked at an odd angle, for him to realize who was speaking to him. He recognized him from having met him recently and shrugged it off. He couldn't quite remember the guy's name right off, but quickly recalled his best guess, "Jerod, is it?" he asked as if unsure, "Brought a friend up here, did ya?" he spoke with an English accent, turning to look Andrew over.

He casually reached his right arm up and struck at Jarod's shoulder, as if testing him for toughness, as he moved a few steps toward Andrew, and after sizing him up, licked his lips. He began to walk a half-circle around Andrew as if he were shopping for meat, or a shiny new piece of equipment... maybe both. "He's cute," Sanford's smirk twisted into a devious smile, speaking to Jerod over his shoulder, "Can he fight?" he asked, still not yet aknowledging him directly.

When it occured to him, his eyes lit up, and he began to show something a little less cold of himself as he spoke to Andrew, "It's a good business I'm in, you know? Win/win..." he smirked, and began to turn toward Jerod once more before Andrew could compose a response, "Always lookin' for new toys ta play with, mate..." he took a sip of his drink.

[Andrew Callahan]

Andrew hoped the Jared knew what he was getting himself into. More than likely he didn't, and would cause Andrew and himself trouble. That's what he was good for, making Andrew's otherwise boring life exciting for times. Andrew's life was a bit unexciting, but that didn't mean he enjoyed Jared's shenanigans.

Of course the man did not seem too impressed by Jared. At least he got his name somewhat right, but then again Jared is hard to forget. Andrew began to feel uncomfortable when he was brought up in the conversation. Andrew stood there silently. He didn't even move, he just let this man say what he wanted. Andrew knew not the screw with anyone that worked or owned a place of business or club. It was common sense, that he hoped Jared had.

Andrew heard the words he did not want to hear what he had just heard. "Can he fight?" Andrew clenched his teeth and stared at Jared, who was now turned around. He hoped Jared would see his tension, but of course he was not observant enough to notice. "Umm I have seen Andrew fight a few times, but that's up to him."

Andrew quickly answered spinning around to face Sanford. "Well I wouldn't want to ruin my cuteness, so I think I might pass. No offense."

Jared jumped back into the conversation, "We didn't really come to fight, just watch. I know you said you were looking for fighters, but this is all I could get." Andrew could feel some tension forming within the group. He knew something bad was going to happen.

Andrew wanted to create some kind of conversation and to take Sanford's mind off of fighting. "So that's what you call new fighters? Toys? Is that slang around here or just a term you use?"

[Sanford Cunningham]

///// Sanford Cunningham

^{miami, florida}
_{chapter one: loyalty}

Sanford could have had mostly any social reaction expected of him at this point. Instead, he stared blankly at Andrew for a moment, blinking a few times, then levelling his shades back down over his eyes when he heard a buzzing in his pocket, and flipped out his phone, turning away briefly. "Tha fuck is it this time?" he barked first thing, and aside from a few mumbled replies afterward, the conversation as over quite quickly.

"Sorry, kid, I'm such a busy man..." he laughed, looking Andrew over again as he put his phone away, "It was a figure of speech, you know..." he smirked, "Toys can be broken, but they can be fixed. What doesn't kill ya only makes ya stronger, right?" he argued, "Besides... you really that scared of messin' up your face? That's not tough at all..." his eyes narrowed a bit, as if testing Andrew. Would he lose his composure, take Sanford's words as insult to his pride? In truth, he loved the idea of riling the guy up more than anything.

One good excuse to haul him to the back would alleviate his boredom, and give him plenty of good reason to ignore the phone that seemed to be a pest to him this evening.