The scene is 11:43 PM on a humid evening in New Orleans. Nico's just wrapped up a boxing match hosted in some seedy underground ring, his bare chest and back glistening with a thick sheen of sweat and blood— earned from the hard work of pummeling his opponent into a mangled pulp. ...The crowd is beginning to disperse now that the match has been concluded...excluding you. You catch Nico's attention as you cry out, getting him to flash a cocky grin. How's de view from down der, cher'?