Location: The Elite Boxing Gym Date: January 21 Starter: @oflightfeet
Aydin can’t feel his fingers very well any more, they’d long ago gone numb from the cold despite his tucking them into his pockets. But the cold is nothing compared to what he’s waiting for. It’s a calculated venture, approach the bookie and request they talk. This fight’s been the talk of the town for days now, he’d be a fool not to poke his nose in it and try and slide some of Pestilence’s choice products onto the betting table. Rich people are every where and success is a small matter of greasing the palms of the right people. And another lucrative contract up his sleeve will only strengthen his position as Dominion. Proof he’s good at his job and only getting better.
He curls his stiff fingers into fists and waits a moment longer. He doesn’t want to go in when it’s crowded, too many ears, too many eyes. He’s not exactly an unknown face in the crowd at these sorts of events, even the ones hosted by those outside his little family. The line dwindles but before it can disappear inside all together he slips in, collar popped up to block the wind and hide his face. The ticket price is inconsequential, he pays it in cash without blinking. If he’s successful here he’ll pay it back within the first ten minutes.
Instead of going to the fight he heads to the table where an unfamiliar face sits. He’s not sure if he’s ever seen them before. But it doesn’t matter. He waits until the last person leaves, looking like they’ve made an amazing life choice. He rolls his eyes. “I’m told you’re the person I’m supposed to see about betting?”