[It's still a fun go while it lasts. He throws a few more punches even after he's caught sight of her hand signal - as much simply for the pleasure for it as it is a way to work his way toward the door. As a last hurrah, he cheerfully breaks a bottle across someone's shoulder, shoves another bloke across his trail to cover his exit, and then ducks out onto the street after her.
She's likely well ahead by the time he fully extricates himself. Dusting off his hands, Charlie falls into an easy lope to make up for lost ground. When he reaches her, he's breathless and grinning despite the mark rapidly darkening near his eye.]
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She's likely well ahead by the time he fully extricates himself. Dusting off his hands, Charlie falls into an easy lope to make up for lost ground. When he reaches her, he's breathless and grinning despite the mark rapidly darkening near his eye.]
How'd we make out then?