"Tiger fight."

"...What?”

"Did I stutter?"

"You fought. A tiger."

"Well, it was more like he fought me, but... "
"Yeah, I fought a tiger"

"How old were you?"

"16. Barely survived."

confused noises

"...Wanna hear the full story?"

"Yes???"

"It really isn't as epic as you dudes always imagine it to be."
"I fell into a tiger enclosure. My panicked dumbass tried to intimidate the thing, and it clawed his way through my chest and stomach."
"Then I, like, pushed it away I think? But that just made it angry so it scratched and bit me more."
"Don't remember much else, but from what I heard, I kept flailing at the tiger until someone tased it. Shortly afterwards, I passed out from blood loss"
"16 pints of blood, 30 hours in ER, 4 months of rehab and half of my parents' life's savings later, I was alive again."

"...Sorry. I—don't even know what to say"

"Don't apologize. Plus, I got this kick-ass scar to show for it."

"Do you have a favorite scar?"

"The ones on my neck might look cool, but this big slash across my chest and stomach looks sick as fuck." She pulls up her shirt to show her midriff.
"It's fine, you can look."

"That's...gotta be one of the coolest things I've seen."

"Right? I still get a bit shook when I see myself in the mirror"

"It's like something out of a movie!"

"Y'know, technically anyone can be a professional stunt actor, but only once.

"But you were lucky enough to get a second shot"

"Haha... Guess so."