LOCKE
Locke grins around his drink, "Don't know if I'd make much of a match for a properly trained solider. Most of my scraps were on the street and had a lot less rules." He can't say he isn't interested though. His eyes flit over Ronin and he hums softly, tilting his head. Yeah no, this dude could probably kick his ass, at least a little bit. Lucky for Locke, he kind of enjoys getting his ass kicked.
He nods to what Raza says, "Yeah, more a mob than anything." He kind of scoffs, shaking his head. He wasn't there for the little riot but he heard about it of course. But the answer to his question does give him a bit of pause. Does he care to protect a place he's never been? Does he even care to protect Torchline?
"It's cute you think anyone joining you would want to come back." Make of that what you will. Locke takes another drink, eyes cutting over to Cameron as they join them. He holds up a beer to them, eyebrow raised. He kind of thought he'd be alone in this.
He nods to what Raza says, "Yeah, more a mob than anything." He kind of scoffs, shaking his head. He wasn't there for the little riot but he heard about it of course. But the answer to his question does give him a bit of pause. Does he care to protect a place he's never been? Does he even care to protect Torchline?
"It's cute you think anyone joining you would want to come back." Make of that what you will. Locke takes another drink, eyes cutting over to Cameron as they join them. He holds up a beer to them, eyebrow raised. He kind of thought he'd be alone in this.
I'm not gonna lie
I want you for mine
I want you for mine
