[FIGHT CLUB] / it's not the sort of place he'd expect a girl to be. but then. . . it wasn't as though firefly was any ordinary girl. the role she'd played back in penacony——burning bright, burning out fast——hadn't intersected with his much, but just like every other part to play in that montage, she'd been invaluable. the stowaway, the one who'd had the most to gain from a beautiful dream ; whatever name she took, however many times she'd met " death ", she was still here anyway.
after himself, one could say she'd been the closest thing to a lucky charm the astral express had met at the time.
from one death-defier to another, then ; bounties existed for a reason, but it wasn't always for fulfilling. jade had been thinking something when she'd let her go, otherwise he had little doubt they'd be in very different circumstances today.
forearms lean, leisurely, on the rusted bar of the spectator stands, and he glances sidelong to the girl with a smile as he jingles a mostly-finished glass of whiskey in one hand, now more ice than the dark alcohol ringing the base. not far away, the sounds of a match ongoing drowns out most of the rest of the place: punches thrown, bodies colliding, grunts and groans of dismay and exhilaration, loss and success. he gestures at them, and the eager men and women surrounding them, gripping wallets, with his chin. "you don't seem like the betting type. but if you were——who would you put your chips on, you think?"
a familiar voice from her side , one she didn't even need to turn to recognize , even if the two hadn't properly met , she could recognize the man at her side with relative ease , talk of betting , when she finally did peek a glance -- those eyes , how many people have spoken praise on them , she wondered ? she could tell why , they were . . . certainly unique , a trait one couldn't forget after meeting eyes for the first time .
in response to his question , her eyes drifted down at the fighters , how did she even end up here ? rumors , of course , they piqued her interest and she decided to watch a few fights , see how people in an underground fighting ring would duke it out . . . nothing as grand as some of the battles she herself has had , but still enjoyable to watch .
eyes followed the fighters closely , there was one fighter with the clear advantage on the left , on the right , running out of energy , struggling to dodge attacks , yet still standing . " the underdog . " attention turned towards the one taking the blows , being on the back foot -- picking up his pace and dodging a few more blows before . . .
delivering an uppercut right to the jaw , turning the match around in an instant , seems luck was on her side this time . . . small things like that are usually decided by the script , if they have any meaning . . . it always felt nice to trust her own intuition for once .
truthfully , she was painfully curious as to who aventurine had placed his money on , but . . . " if i was putting actual money . . . i'd probably have better luck matching whoever you bet on . "
she can bet it was the winner .
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