"Good. honestly, Every time i watch Griff put it on his eggs it make me want to eat elsewhere." He laughed lightly. Dressed in a nice button up shirt and dress slacks, he looked professional as he walked over to the table to place the plates of bacon, eggs, and the pancakes in front of him. "Eat as much as you need. But i must recommend to not overdo it. Overeating with a hangover usually doesnt end well." He walked away and toward the fridge "Would you like something to drink?"
"Yeah, water, thanks" he blinked, taking a breath before eating a bit, finding it really good. He smiled, "This is good, thanks!" He said, taking another bite, "Where's Griff?" He asked
"He's in the workout room." Said Alistrov as she walked through the patio door, still in her bikini. "He has a match tonight, so he is practicing." She walked toward the kitchen, reaching into the fridge to grab a bottle of water. Popping it open, she leaned against the counter, looking over Lukas "Sorry about last night. I'm not a fan of being woken up as soon as i fall asleep." Eddy brought Lukas a glass of ice cold water
"Sip it. it will help your stomach more than if you chug it." He smiled before turning to Alistrov "Ah young miss. You'd best get ready, you have a shoot in about 2 hours." Alistrov groaned slightly at the reminder.
Lukas blinked. So much new information so quick for his slow and hungover brain, "O-okay" he said, sipping the ice cold liquid quietly. He finished up the breakfast and continued to sip at the water, feeling his headache recede
After exchanging a few words with Eddy, Alistrov walked out of the kitchen and to her room to get ready. Ed then walked out of the kitchen and disappeard somewhere for a few moment before returning with some Ibuprofen. He quietly made a cup of coffee and set the meds down in front of Lukas before sitting down a few chairs away. "I'd recommend taking it easy for a few hours. Griff has already explained to me that you are welcome to stay here until you recover." Taking a sip of his coffee, he smiled "Ah, thats the stuff. If you wish to go see Griff, just go down that hall there." He pointed to the other end of the house, "Then just follow the sounds. It'll lead you right to the workout room"
Lukas took the pills and stood, grabbing his dishes and walking into the kitchen, setting them into the sink. He thanked Eddy again before deciding to follow his advice, walking down the hall. Grunts and pounding reached his ears and he followed, opening the door to the gym hesitantly
Griff was in the center of a large room, mercilessly punching and kicking at a large punching bag. The large room had listing equipment all along the walls, and mirrors lines every inch of those said walls. The chain creaked as the bag swung back and forth with every blow Griff landed on it. His breathing was heavy, his body glistening from a thin layer of sweat, and his shirtless torso flexed and relaxed as he practiced. His usually bright blue eyes seemed to look darker, and a more than serious look was on his face. Griff huffed and grunted as he began to tire out, glancing in the mirrors, he had noticed Lukas just as he gave one last lethal punch to the bag, it swung away from him as he turned to face Lukas. "Your up! Good mor-" his sentence was cut short as the bag came back with a vengeance and plowed right into Griff, knocking him to the floor.
Lukas let out a bellow of laughter, doubling over as Griff fell. He laughed so hard that tears came to his eyes. Once he was able to stand, he did so and walked over, holding out a hand to help him up, "Morning" he said, laughing
Griff continued to lay on the floor, laughing hysterically "Ah. I'm just gonna lie here for a moment to regain my dignity." Breathing hard, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the cool floor against his back. It took a few moments, but he finally caught his breath. Opening his eyes back up, they were back to their usual brightness. "So how are you feeling? You had some food right?"
Lukas nodded, "Yeah, yeah." He said, "I think his name was Ed? He gave me some food, yeah" he ran a hand through his hair, looking around at the gym, "This is pretty great" he said truthfully
Griff finally sat up, "Yeah, he's been with our family since before me and my sister were born." Slowly standing up, Griff stood at his full 6'1" as he proudly looked over the room. "My sister and i keep adding stuff to it. we are hoping to eventually open up our own gym." he reached up and tied back his locks into a messy low bun of sorts and took off his gloves to unwrap the bandages on his hands. "Do you remember anything from last night or no?" Griff joked, somewhat. He really wouldn't be surprised if Lukas didn't remember, he was pretty trashed.
"A little bit?" He said questioningly, "I remember…" he looked over, blinking, "You saved me" he said, looking slightly upwards at the man, "Thanks. I never said that last night. Thank you" he said sincerely, rubbing his eyes. He looked at the bag, "You think I could give that a go?" He asked
Griff was stunned, and it clearly showed on his face and a very faint pink rose to his cheeks. In all his time helping others, he was never thanked. They usually woke up and left immediately, usually taking something with them as they went. His brain finally kicked back into gear when he faintly heard Lukas' question. "Huh? Oh, yeah" Griff shook his head slightly as his thoughts got back on track "You're more than welcome to try. i did say you can use it whenever." Griff walked over to a small cabinet tucked in a corner of the room and opened it, fishing for some wrappings. "Do you know how to bandage your hands?"
Lukas shook his head, "No" he said, "Never done it" he admitted. The man looked down at his shirt, not wanting to get the other man's clothes sweaty, he pulled off the garment and layed it on a chair, revealing his chiseled eight-pack and formed torso. He'd never punched, but he was always doing some form of excersize to keep his mind off his own life, thus his muscles
Griff dug out some bandages and turned around to walk back to Lukas, but stopped when he saw him shirtless. Almost dropping the wrappings, his mind once again stopped working. Griff blinked a few times as he mentally told himself to not be a ho for once and forced his train of thought back on track. He continued to walk to Lukas and stopped in front of him with a smile, "Vot, give me your hand."
Lukas noticed the hesitation, how could he not, but he didn't think anything of it and held out his hands, watching Griff carefully, "What language are you speaking?" He asked curiously
Placing Lukas' hand in his, he began gently wrapping the bandages around his fingers. "It's Russian." Griff kept his eyes focused on his current task, "My sister and i originate from Russia. Thats why our accents are so heavy. But we have lived here since…" Griffs voice trailed off as a hint of sadness showed on his face, finishing up one hand he moved to the other. "…we've been here for a while." Griff made sure the bandages were secure despite him being so gentle with Lukas' hand. His chest tightened at the thought of a memory he tried so hard to forget
Lukas frowned, flexing his hands a bit. It seemed a touchy subject, so he didn't push it further. Instead, he stepped up in front of the bag and squared up, letting out a breath before swinging once, hitting the bag hard enough for it to swing backwards. Avoiding the backswing, he swing with his other hand, and soon found a rhythm, a slight sheen of sweat appearing on his chest
Griff stood back and watched him, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. "Khorosho. Otlichno. Keep your hands close to you, that way if your opponent swings, you'll be able to block easily." Griff watched Lukas' closely, its always best to know how people fight…just in case they want to turn on you.
Lukas automatically complied, bringing his arms closer to himself, swinging harder and faster, pouring all of his emotions into the swings, all the hate and the memories and the sadness until, with one last hard swing, the bag split and broke off of the hook, flying backwards across the room. He stared at it, blushing slightly, "Sorry" he mumbled, his chest heaving as he panted
Griff let out a hearty laugh as he walked over to Lukas and placed a hand on his shoulder. "No need to apologize. Ive done that plenty of times." Griff walked over to the bag and hoisted it over his shoulder with no difficulty. "Its therapeutic isnt it? It works out all your anger, hate, pain. You should try swimming. Its more than relaxing."
Lukas nodded, "Yeah, that felt really fucking good" he paused, "Ed mentioned you had a match… you box or something?" He asked, unwrapping his hands slowly
Griff went and tossed the bag beside the door, "Yeah. Underground UFC. And some kickboxing." Griff smiled shyly "So its not exactly legal. Its just a small match, going up against some newbies." He walked over to one of the pieces of equipment and grabbed the towels that were sitting on them and tossed one to Lukas.
Lukas caught it and toweled off his chest and face, "Can I come?" He asked hesitantly, pulling on the shirt
He paused to think about it, "Well…i dont see why not. But make sure you dont have anything valuable on you. The neighborhood its in is sketchy at best." Griff toweled himself off as well. "If you want to shower you can. There a bathroom on the other side of the hall."
Lukas nodded, "Alright." He said, walking out and into the bathroom, taking a quick shower, just enough to get the sweat off. After, he toweled off and pulled on the clothes again, walking back to the room where he'd slept. He picked up his jacket and searched the pockets for his drugs, frowning when he couldn't find any. Slightly irritated, he walked back to the gym, "Hey, where's my shit" he asked Griff, his hands fiddling with each other, craving the feeling of a blunt between his fingers
Griff had watched Lukas leave before turning around to pick up the gym. As he cleaned, his mind kept replaying the image of Lukas fighting. For a moment, Griff considered introducing him to his underground lifestyle, but he quickly dismissed the idea. He tried that once before. His heart ached as he rememberd the only ex who actually got close to him. Griff was lost in thought until he heard the gym door open. Pausing his cleaning, he turned to Lukas and chuckled, "Of course youd forget that…" Griff placed his hands on his hips, "You gave it all up after you almost pulled a stupid stunt. But ill keep my word, i promise to reimburse you."
Lukas blinked, then sighed, "Forget it," he said, "Just keep it. You've repaid me enough with all this" he gestured around vaguely before folding his arms, "So are you real good or what?" He asked, referring to the fighting
"I gave you my word. So i will pay you back. Cant argue with me on that, im too stubborn" showing off a cocky smile, Griff shrugged his shoulders. "Im not the best, but im number two in rank out of 20 or so. And theres no way im going to beat a monster of a man. Every time anyone has gone up against him…well, they usually end up in a hospital or morgue." Griff shuddered at the thought of going up against 'Goliath'. Walking past Lukas, Griff headed out of the gym
Lukas followed, "Wait, you're going up against him?! Dude, don't put yourself in the hospital" he said, "That's my job" hr joked