RONIN
"You're quite a manipulative man," Ronin remarks, as if it's something everyday. "I'm a little drunk, but I see you, Eye. We're not done." But he is loosened up, and he is a bit angry, and there's the prospect of a fight to look forward to. "What kind of stakes?" He wants to know, patting his pockets as if to demonstrate that he has nothing to bet with, unfortunately. So it looks like he'll be entering the ring. Oh no. "And what is it you'll be doing? Betting, or fighting?"
Part of him wonders what it will be like to fight Cian in the ring. The rest of him wonders if the other man would place a bet on him instead. Thoughts of blindfolds and tying his hands behind his back have vanished with the alcohol flowing in his veins, of course. Ronin is all but looking for an excuse now.
Part of him wonders what it will be like to fight Cian in the ring. The rest of him wonders if the other man would place a bet on him instead. Thoughts of blindfolds and tying his hands behind his back have vanished with the alcohol flowing in his veins, of course. Ronin is all but looking for an excuse now.
one more wish for you
