asking Alex

Jack headed into the locker room. He'd brought Thunder along for support if he needed it. He didn't think that it would get ugly (not unless Alex had some rough company in his room), but the muscle might give him a bit more influence.

"Just don't go saying anything stupid," Jack warned courteously.
"What? When do I say anything stupid?" Thunder defended.
"Well, that in itself was pretty stupid, Thunder."
He snorted gruffly and they came upon Alex, rubbing his head and bruises over his chest.

"Y'alright there, chief?" Jack said casually, making Alex jump and raise a fist defensively, but blink when he saw it was another male.
"Oh... yea, I'm good."
"Sure don't look good. No offense," Jack said, walking slowly around Alex and looking at his injuries.
"Yea, well... apparently Baroness takes her hardcore matches seriously." Thunder laughed loudly, getting a wary look from both Alex and Jack. "What'd I say?"

Jack watched him edgily, but Thunder showed some cleverness though. "You want hardcore with the Baroness? We bashed up her place just the other night."

Alex whistled and leaned on a knee. "Nice."
"Yea, loads of fun. Male bonding after a day of banging chicks in the ring," Jack said with a casual shrug at the subject. "Sound like something interesting?"