He might have been something of a fancy lad but in the last few minutes I’d gotten to see that he was good with both gun and fist. I suppose, strictly speaking, that I had it coming, having slept with his wife and all. But I didn’t like it and planned to return the favor when I got the chance. His punch gave me a bloody lip. One punch wouldn’t do it for sleeping with his wife, even though he’d apparently cheated on her many times, too. But now wasn’t the time to worry about their marriage. When he moved in for another one, so angry he’d forgotten to cover himself, I sailed a punch of my own in right above his belt. And then as he was doubled over and was staving off vomiting, I rabbit-punched him on the back of his head. He went down to his knees where he hovered for just a moment before he started splashing his last meal all over the place. He was a good vomiter. Noisy and dramatic. His whole body jerking about the second time a whole bunch of the orangish stuff came up. Much as I liked being around vomit, I decided to take a look around the immediate darkness outside our room.
