Sock’er Bopper Showdown

Luka

I know there are angels singing somewhere
I hope they sing for us

His dad appears as if from nowhere, pulling one of the men back and bruising his kidney as neatly as someone might use a letter opener on an envelope, and as enviably cool as his father looks Luka can only think ah fuck, no escaping that lecture now.

"Swear it wasn't me," he grunts out as he uses the bar behind him to get to his feet, ever a child in his dad's shadow. Grinning thereafter - this feels more like chaotic fun than danger now with the Wild Thunder at his side - Luka opens his mouth for something hopefully more charming than evading blame -

When a stool takes out some poor bastard from behind, and Luka can't help the loud bark of amusement that escapes his open mouth instead. If hell hadn't broken loose already it sure does now, either because he had the gall to laugh or because now everyone is suddenly an enemy. The girl from earlier has disappeared - bummer - so Luka focuses on the brawl and elbows his dad with a grin fit for a devil. "Bet I can take down more," he taunts, and then dives forward to tackle another man down who had been charging toward an unfamiliar redhead (Mel). It puts Luka in a disadvantageous position this low to the ground too but it feels good, and he elbows the man in his trapezius for good measure.

For our bruised mouths are an act of resistance
and our singing hearts, together, make a beautiful prayer