brother what're you gonna do with a 9mm and a three piece suit?

[goodsoldier]

Who: OPEN
What: an underground fight night. place your bets.
Where: a warehouse in Griss Twist
When: evening
Notes: Jason is fighting in the main bout, but there is at least one other one, so feel free to make up details for that or others. I'll put up one subsection specifically for Jason's fight and directly after his match. That's primarily for Lisa, but anyone else could harass him if you felt so moved.
Warnings: not especially explicit violence.

The warehouse is an old venue and this evening's organizers old hands. The small arena sits low, not quite a pit, and it's standing room only. Plenty of drink is being sold, and a little food, at mostly reasonable prices. The lighting is harsh, the air is smoky, the sound of people spectating and jeering and arguing is muted yet immense, partially suppressed by the murk of the warehouse and the jaded atmosphere. But the evening's early yet.

In a side room, grubby tables and a varied assortment of seating is available. Some desultory gambling is going on. Substances may be purchased discreetly, deals are being made, and one table in the corner is the unofficially designated area to place bets.

A few matches are set to take place. The ultimate total will depend on how fast they come to an end, who showed up, and if there are any adventurers in the crowd. The main event has a designated time and is between a known fighter with a good reputation, and a newcomer. It hasn't been hyped much, but for regulars, that may be more promising than if it had been.

Comments

[goodsoldier]

The establishment, if anybody could call it that with a straight face, is rough enough that some outer ring conflict of this type can pass, though not without some dark, pointed looks. Gambling can make for intense feelings, after all, especially when combined with drink. Still, Loki has accomplished about the usual level of successful friend-making with this tiff. Hardly anyone here is much of an upstanding citizen, but there remains a certain attitude toward branded criminals that is evidenced in mutters and general irritation all around.

Jason isn't too far down along the bar, waiting for his winnings. He'd observed Loki and his buddy with the laconic interest of a professional, not least because he's seen that face on the cohort network. When it comes to keeping mental files, he's not as disciplined as the rest of the family, nor does he have eidetic memory like Babs, but his recall is pretty good all the same. His file says: magic user, arrogant, Norse pretensions or, possibly, more than pretensions...

Well, while he's here, he might as well dig a little.

"Wow, settle down, tough guy, we can't all be as cool as you," he drawls from where he's leaning on the bar, a full and otherwise untouched drink in his hand.

[snaketrap]

For all the crime - there was crime and then there was crime he guessed. Either you were sloppy (which perhaps some were) or you did something really bad. Honestly, what was one life? This city. He could roll his eyes at it until then fell right out of his skull. Yet he'd long since ignored the whispers. Perhaps one thing he was fairly good at was riling others.

And thus, this.

He slips the glass down and tips his head to Jason, calm. "Were not I shaken to ire. Merely, I ended it."

[goodsoldier]

Jason exchanges a look with a fellow bar patron at the syntax, which seems tortured to him, but there's far weirder in Baedal than odd turns of speech.

"Yeah, merely," he says, dry. He flicks a look up and down Loki, taking in the green leather, and shrugs — more for anyone watching than for the man he's addressing, as if to say it takes all kinds... I guess. It wouldn't hurt to look like a stand up guy, if only in comparison to Mr. Personable here.