Kenny watched the kid go flying into a bench, confused by just how hard he hit him. He flexed his arms and looked down at them, was he THAT strong? Phew, maybe he should lay off the ramen for a while, poor pinkie was a bird for a good few minutes. Damn, no one would believe this one. Kenny, the guy who had lost in a fight to a small woman, just beat some random dude on the street. Literally, the guy was on the street now, he looked dead… “Shit is he dead?!” Kenny gasped as he looked him over.
He examined Pinkie closely, and chuckled. He knelt beside him and before anything else stripped him of that sweet looking leather jacket. Kenny then stripped off his own shirt and put the jacket on, popping the collar and overeaggeratingly slicking back his hair before flicking his fingers outwards. “Damn I must look good,” he chuckled to himself as he looked at his reflection in the shop window, “Hello handsome, are you the owner of that jacket?” he asked himself, “yes, yes I am other Kenny and might I say you are looking dashing this evening… but shit I shoudl probably check on that kid.” he mumbled.
“Why yes you should, look at that handsome and caring what a guy. Take care Kenny.”
“What a pitiful, pitiful sight. You’re layin’ there sleeping after a good fight.” he put a finger under his nose to see if he was breathing. Luckily there was a breath there and Kenny sighed in relief.
Kenny gripped the bag he had been carrying, not that it was completely coincidental or anything and got himself two beers. “Like to propose a toast to ya Pinkie, wanna drink a lil beer with ole Kenny You’re not lookin’ so good right now, but this is a celebration, for the first time I beat someone up.” he opened one, “I know you aren’t feeling real good right now, don’t know if you can hear me either.r”
Kenny laid down next to the unconscious boy, “So let me get down here on your level so we can drink a beer together.” he shifted closer to him, “Let me get over next to ya…” he got closer, “Maybe not this close to ya, I’m starting to feel a little bit dirty.”
He shifted again, “Ya know what this ain’t working so good, Pinkie you gotta get your ass up. C'mon son.” Kenny got up from the ground and grabbed shin by the arm and tried to pull him to his feet, “I know you just got your ass whipped, but get on up and don’t get any ideas while you’re down there.”