They stare at each other.

Neither one backing down.

Words are just words.

Like cave men they need to resolve this with fists.

Charlie takes the first hit,

a blow to Frank‘s face, he stumbles backwards and spits out a tooth.

Frank lunges at Charlie like a rugby player and wrestles him to the ground.

They scramble on the ground.

Neither one backing down.

Each hit represents the others disloyalty.

Their loss in trust and friendship.

They get to their feet and shuffle around in a circle.

They swing a punch at each other,

over and over.

Neither one backing down.

Frank lunges for Charlie and they fall to the floor.

Frank pins down Charlie and puts his hands around his neck.

Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany

rings in his head.

He squeezes tighter as Charlie‘s eyes plead with his.

Neither one backing down.