Do I look like Marty McFly to you ⌛
Meenah stands just inside the threshold of the strange building and waits for her eyes to adjust to the sub-par lighting. Twenty bucks says this is Dave's idea of a payback for that time she tried to pay him with an old sixpence piece, and twenty more says she's going to hate it when she figures out what he's done.
Just to make sure, she opens the door again and looks out. Yeah. Definitely not the place she'd been when she'd walked through the door. Meenah puns under her breath and turns back to the room - it's not empty, but it's not overfull, either. There's a few guys in suspenders and rolled up sleeves hanging around, muttering to themselves and looking shady.
The room itself looks like a poor man's Colloseum, with some kind of pit surrounded by wooden, makeshift bleachers. The air's heavy with the smell of cigarettes, so she guesses this room doesn't get aired out a lot - one or two of the people dotting the room are wielding cigars like status symbols, and she's surprised people besides her meal-tickets family still smoke them.
It looks like a mob movie, minus the hard working middle-class man's man as the protagonist. Put in laymen's terms, Meenah's not impressed.
"Alright," She starts, under her breath because the last thing she needs is for strangers in strange places pegging her as a person of interest because she's talking to herself like she's capsized. "I dunno what got your feathers ruffled blondie but this seems like the sort of mojo I gotta pay for at the end of the day, so I'm telling you now that this is pro bono as shell."
He doesn't answer her, because he's a loser and a wet blanket.
Time to figure out where the glub she is. There's a kid off to one side who doesn't look half as twitchy as most of the sharks in this place, so she sets pace towards him. "Yo, scruffy. What's with the set-up?"
