Texas North and Texas South

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    "Thanks." Ralph grabbed it then dialed Oliver's number since he would most likely be the one that would be keeping tabs on everyone. He explained to Oliver quickly that he just got lost for a bit and it seemed that Oliver was a bit concerned for Ralph since he had spent the night in a alleyway. After he was finished he passed it back to Lucian.

    Lucian stuffed his phone back into his pocket, "No problem." He stood up, paid the bill (I'm assuming they ate), and pushed in his chair. "Let's go," he said when he was already halfway to the door.

    Ralph got up and followed quickly, he didn't mind to almost be left behind almost all the time. He could easily keep up.

    (le time skip)


    "Yo Michael!" Lucian roared, banging on the door of his brother's hotel room. His mood had already plummeted severely from being in such close proximity with his twin. He clenched his hands into fists and quickly thought over why hitting Michael was.


    "Lucian," Michael snarled, assessing his twin. He leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms. "What do you want?" he snapped. He was annoyed by his brother's presence, but he was better at hiding it.

    Ralph was just behind him, he just waited patiently. Not sure what he should do, if he needed to do anything at all.

    "First off," Lucian said, waving his finger in Michael's face, "I want you to apologize to Ralph here." He took a deep breath to calm himself. "Then I want you to go sign those papers for Houston," he finished.


    "Lucy," Michael said in an unusually calm tone, "What's going on between Houston and I is none of your business." He smirked a little before he spoke again, "Unless you're willing to give up Arabella." He laughed at Lucian's horrified expression and started to close the door.

    Ralph stepped in and kept the door from closing. "If you don't want to apologize willingly then I will make you." He said, sharply.

    Michael narrowed his eyes. "I'd like to see you try," he scoffed. He opened the door and popped his knuckles. "Just because I'm skinny," he growled, "doesn't mean I'm weak."


    Lucian rolled his eyes. "Michael, just quit it," he sighed, "You had your chance with Houston. The fact that it didn't work out between you two doesn't make it okay to try and drive Ralph off." He stepped in front of Ralph to look Michael directly in the eyes. "After all," he growled, "I can still kick your scrawny ass."

    Ralph let Lucian take the lead, if Michael happened to want to fight. Then he would fight, he couldn't help think of how much fun it would be to beat him up.

    "Get out my way Lucian!" Michael snapped, shoving his brother aside. He stared Ralph down. "If it's a fight you want then it's a fight you'll get," he growled. "Let's settle this once and for all," he added, "winner get's Houston."

    "Deal." Ralph said, putting his hands into fists. He was ready for a fight, he hadn't fought for a long time.

    Ralph punched Michael back, trying to punch harder than he had hit him. It had taken him a tiny bit to recover from the first punch.

    Michael took the punch with a bit of a reaction, it left a big red mark that would probably bruise. He waited for a second before he used his other fist to punch Ralph under the chin. Then he started fighting dirty, he kicked Ralph's legs out from under him and kicked him hard in the side as soon as he was down.

    Ralph tried to get up from the ground as quickly as he could, but the kick to the side really hit him hard. He tried to get up again, but failed so he decided he will bring Michael down with him. Using his leg to kick at Michael's kneecap, hoping he would join him on the ground long enough for him to get up and get the advantage.

    Ralph tried to keep the punches from hitting him as best as he could, but failing quite badly. He really wished that he had practiced more than just a few months ago.

    Michael stopped for a second to pull something out of his pocket- which was reveal to be a switch blade. "Whatcha gonna do pretty boy?" he asked mockingly, tracing the blade along Ralph's face. He didn't have any intention of killing Ralph, he just wanted to give him a few cuts to scare him.

    Ralph stopped moving when he saw the switch blade, he didn't want to try and get him off in case he got that thing stabbed into his face just by trying to get him off.