The Roaring Tiger bar was an old gym in the Holiday District that was abandoned back in the sixties and recently converted into a nightclub that held illegal fights every Saturday night. Once standing as a failed attempt at gentrification, the bar now acted as one of the few neutral zones in the No-Man’s-Land. No colors, no gang activity, just fights. At most, feuds got settled in the cages. But it doesn't spill over. Not a drop. The owners assure this neutrality by hiring out to independent contractors to protect it. No-Man’s-Land’s unquestionably legitimate, local “private security” company, The Praetorian Guard. 

Currently, the late comers were all waiting to get inside, but the line was held up by a teenager with an ID so obviously fake, even the facilities somewhat looser checks couldn’t keep the bouncer from stopping him.

“Come on kid, what’re you tryin’ to pull?” The bouncer grumbled.

“What’re you talking about?” The kid tried. “That’s my age.”

“Kid, it looks like you made this outta construction paper and crayon. Try again next week and fuck off.”

“Come on, man! I just want to see the fight! What if I promise I won’t drink?”

“Two drink minimum, you little shit.” The bouncer growled, starting to get annoyed as the line got antsy. “Quit holdin’ up my line, and kindly fuck off!!”

As the bouncer got into a shouting match with the kid, Garrett and Jim walked out of the bar to wait for Eddy, pulling out cigarettes as they moved.

“And then I said,” Jim continued a conversation from inside, as Garrett lit his cigarette for him. “Thanks” Jim interrupted himself, before continuing “‘Why do I have to go to everyone of your plays?’ I mean, the club holds like a thousand of them every year, anyway.”

Holy fuck. Shut up.

“First and last right? That seems reasonable, aye?”

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

“Sure, makes sense.” Garrett said, deciding to humor him. “How did she take it?”

Who caaarres? 

-I groan, having heard this argument like eight times already.

“Nothen’. Just sorta glared at me. So I went to it. Wasn’t that bad, actually.”

How is this justified as an interesting story?!

What’s your problem tonight?

Fuck you, that’s what.

Listen, Freeloader-

Garrett started hitting Jim’s arm frantically, looking towards the parking lot in disbelief. “Jim, Jim quit talking to the devil and look at that.”

“Holy shite.” Said Jim, just as amazed as Garrett.

Did he lose a bet?

Eddy walked up to the two, his hair in tight braids with a multitude of different colored flowers tied into them, a flower crown and a necklace of daisies hanging from his throat. His face was burning red when he saw Jim and Garrett's grinning faces.

“Alright.” he sighed. “Let’s just get it over with...”

James burst out laughing. “Oy, Aleia!...Can you call your brother for us?” James just managed to get out.

“Yeah...he’s supposed to be here already.” Garrett added with a cocked head, before James nearly fell over.

“Alright alright.” Eddy grumbled. “Can we just get inside?”

“Certainly, Miss.” Garrett replied.

“Ladies first.” Jim grinned, moving to the side for Eddy.

They walked straight past the line and Jim waved at the bouncer as he walked by. “Hey, uncle George.”

“Enjoy the fight kids.” The bouncer said pleasantly. “See you at the shop, Jim.”

“Hey! You let them in?!” The kid with the fake ID persisted.

The bouncer yelled back “Are you still here?!” at him as we made our way into The Roaring Tiger.