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Taking your time sipping your drink, you let out an exultant sigh before raising an eyebrow his way. So, you begin, who’s he up against anyways?
“Wish I knew!” Shrugs the janitor as he takes a hearty swing from his mug and grins! “Think Kiki was asking the organizer guy about that–far as I can tell it’s all random, but, like, not unfair, y’know?” Catching your gaze, Talbot leans in a little closer with a smug look forming on his face. “Why? Ya’ worried about me?”
Yea <span class="mu-i">right</span>, you reply as you take another sip of beer! He should be relieved that it isn’t you!
“Uh-huh, whatever you say, Stan.” He snickers with a condescending nod! “... Wait, you’re not my opponent, right?” The smug expression immediately turns wary! “Is <span class="mu-i">that</span> what you were doing before you pulled me over here?” Glancing fearfully between you and his drink, fear grows in his bulging eyes! “Did… did you <span class="mu-i">DRUG</span> me!? Holy shit, Stan, if you seriously <span class="mu-i">roofied</span> me just to have a small chance at winni-”
Pausing mid-rant, your ex-bodyguard silently yet frantically debates whether to spit the potentially drugged booze onto the ground or continue drinking!
Take it easy, you dumbass, you say with a dismissive sigh, if you <span class="mu-i">were</span> his opponent you wouldn’t <span class="mu-i">need</span> to drug him–he’s weak enough already!
“Yea, you’d <span class="mu-i">better</span> no-<span class="mu-i">HEY!</span>”
He’s watched a few rounds already, right? What’s the competition like?
Taking your bait hook, line, and sinker, Talbot’s anger immediately subsides in favor of giving you the scoop! “All over the place. That Andre guy and his brother have gone at it like, eighteen times now–guess they really like beating the crap outta’ each other? Then some cat and mouse skeletons had some beef with each other… Kiki hasn’t gone yet, but I feel like she’s gonna be on soon.”
Scrunching his face up in contemplation, he concludes his spiel with a shrug. “It’s all pretty chill, though–mostly been drunk skeletons bumpin’ into each other. Hell, fight’s basically over once someone hits the ground.”
Andre and his brother, huh? So you <span class="mu-i">CAN</span> arrange matches!
“Guess so.” The janitor grunts as he takes another swig. “So long as you talk to the arranger, probably. I just told him to surprise me–not like any of the gang was around, and I don’t wanna hurt Kiki or whatever.”
You can’t help but raise an eyebrow at that last part. So sure of himself, is he?
“Come on, Stan, you’ve seen me in action!” Talbot counters! “I could, like, <span class="mu-i">fall</span> on that girl and she’d be done. It’d be <span class="mu-i">embarrassing.</span>”
Welp, you shrug, we’ll just have to see, won’t we?
“Seriously though: it’s <span class="mu-i">not</span> you, right?”
You answer with a vague smile as you take another sip of beer. Who knowwwwws?
“Damn it, if you roofied me I’m gonna kick your ass!
Not if you’re <span class="mu-i">roofied</span>, dumbass!
“SCREW YOU!”
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