Adam weighs the odds and the opponents in the match. Odds seem to favor the smaller fighter strongly, but his gut tells him otherwise. The newcomer is bigger, more solid; in Adam's experience, skill is helpful but there's something to be said for a fighter who can take a punch.

He places a bet on the newcomer, and settles in to watch the match. The longer it goes, the more confident he feels that he's made the right choice. The knockout is vindication; he probably doesn't feel as elated as the winner seems to be but it's not bad.

The odds against means he collects a respectable payout for his bet. He's pleased by this, it's that much more toward getting himself a stake in something in the city. That's how he's always operated, every time he's had to start over: new place, raise capital, buy into some form of respectable business, let the rest fall into place.

He's tempted by the other fight on the bill but he decides to abstain rather than let his current good fortune and good feelings carry him along. So he lingers too, drifting through the crowd, sizing up the other attendees, fighters, and would-be fighters.

He sees his lucky fighter for the evening headed his way. Adam nods in polite greeting. "Well fought tonight."