Call it Even [Amelia]
The fact that there was no opposition to him going out already had him feeling wary. Andras had disappeared since the other night, having cause their ward enough grief to keep them out of trouble. Or, in this case, get them into trouble. He was going to have to password his computer now.
Alan rested his bat against his shoulder, free hand in his pocket as he sauntered down the path in the red, sunset-esque haze of hell. He wondered if he should’ve taken a cigarette with him - he’d been smoking enough since this all started - but decided it was probably best he didn’t.
If he were to be honest he had no intention of fighting. The bat was for show, of course, because he’d have to at least try and fake a fight, right? He didn’t know enough about his opponent to consider if she’d actually want to fight or not, though. Wasn’t she the one that had said something about fighting and still being friends? Or was that someone else.
Way too tired for this, Alan stopped on the corner, rolling his bat around in his hand as he waited for any sign of Amelia. He’d prefer to make this quick, honestly, so part of him hoped she didn’t take too long.