"Man! Now this is what I like about this agency! You guys are one of the top
design
agencies, but you still go around kicking ass, literally! Now I fucking like that!"
They had failed to meet the
deadline
and had scheduled a
Zoom
call to provide some bullshit strategic excuse, but the
client
didn't mind because the moment he saw Greg's black eye, he became enamored with 'what the hell happened to him?' Although the altercation had nothing to do with the fact that not a single employee at the agency had worked on this particular client's project in the past two weeks, the client seemed to think it was somehow related.
After the call Greg flashed Dempsey a grin and a shake of his head. Even with a black eye he had that look that made you overlook anything. He had the look that made any bad decision seem like a good one. Excessive drinking? Smoking? Getting into fights with
blue collar
men? All were good ideas when you imagined Greg doing it.
Dempsey replayed the fight in his head. He was still soaked in the excitement. It had really been a long time since he'd gotten into a "good old fashioned" street brawl. What the hell had his life turned into? A series of Zoom calls, meetings in board rooms, and going to bars and hooking up with women? It all got so repetitive and boring. A good old fashioned street brawl was just what he didn't know he needed.
"Damn man, I could go for another one of those right now."
Dempsey turned to look at Greg and asked, "what another fight?"
"No! Fuck that. I meant a coke."
Dempsey just realized that he was holding a bottle of coke.
