Today just wasn't a good day.

Not like any other fucking day is the best fucking day in the world. The windian wiped some of the dried blood off of his mouth with his wet sleep as he leaned up against on of the small fountains that adorned the streets of Windia. Jason cast another Cure3 spell on himself and stood back up to wash some more blood from his face. But this fucking day has got to be one of the fuckingest fucking days I've fucking had in a while.

The windian glanced over himself briefly, finally satisfied that his appearance didn't match the fact that he had just been thoroughly beaten into a bloody pulp.

Fucking woren! I swear, if I ever fucking get my hands on that furball... how the hell did he do that anyway? Casting one more cure spell on himself Jason brushed off his jacket and turned to head home, rubbing his hand as he did.

There's only one fucking thing that could make this day worse. Jason thought to himself as he pushed open the door to his house. The familiar stentch of alcohol and smoke hit his nostrils and Jason barely had time to look up before he felt a rough hand clamp down on his shoulder.

"Hey, boy!"

Oh shit. Jason jerked out of the grip he was held in and hurried past the large figure standing in front of him, heading quickly for the stairs.

"Get back here, boy! I'm not done talking to you!" The gruff voice of the man behind him was echoed by the sound of rapid footsteps and Jason once again felt a rough hand clamp onto his shoulder. This time, however, it was followed by a sudden jerk as the windian was forcefully turned to meet the gaze of the large man behind him. "Who said you could leave when I'm talking to you?"

Jason could smell the stentch of alcohol reeking from the man who was holding him in place. Not that it mattered much to Jason. By now he was used to it. "What do you want, Troy?" The windian had a hard time getting his gaze to match that of the large balding man in front of him. Troy's face, covered in a bushy, greasy red-haired mustache that covered his upper lip, and unshaven dark red stubble, turned into a deep scowl as he gazed over Jason's appearance.

"What the fuck did you do to your shirt? You look like you've been through hell in that shirt, boy!" He reached out and grabbed a fist-full of Jason's shirt, shaking it aggresively and jerking the wearer around as he did. Troy's voice began to raise to a yell as he continued tossing Jason around. "I work my fingers to the bone to get you money to buy this shirt, and you go and fucking trash it up like this! What are you thinking? Are you thinking we're just made of money? Are you fucking thinking you can just go out and do whatever you like? What the fuck happened to you?"

"I was in a fight!" Jason did his best to shake off Troy's hand again. The minute the words left his mouth he regretted them. The force of Troy's grip on Jason's shirt tightened and soon he had the teen pinned against the wall.

"A FIGHT?" Troy's face was so close to Jason's he was spitting on him as he yelled. "What the FUCK were you in a FIGHT for, boy? You think you're some sort of TOUGH GUY? You think you can FIGHT? HUH? Well come on then! SHOW me how fucking GOOD you are!" Troy slammed Jason up against the wall as he spoke and he watched the red-haired windian struggle helplessly under his grip.

"Fine huh? I thought so! Fucking shit! Like hell you can fight!" He finally let Jason go with a rough shove, knocking the windian into the steps. Troy then turned and started heading into the kitchen, all the while muttering to himself. "Fucking boy goes out and trashes up everything I get him. Fine then, see if I get him anything ever again." His voice trailed off into the background as Jason shoved himself up and ran up the stairs, throwing himself into his room and slamming the door behind him as he locked it before plopping down onto his bed. He let out a loud sigh and ran his hand through his hair.

That was close... Jason reached out and did his best to smooth out his shirt. Today was starting to look a little better. Troy seemed to be in a good mood atleast.