Ms T's club was a popular spot. Drugs, sex, booze, all without the insisted gaze of Rodger and the local police force. It was heaven, and even more so when the underground fight club opened up in the basement of the club.

It wasn't a proper boxing type fight. It was a fist fight, until either someone backed out, or someone couldn't get themselves back up from the floor. It wasn't padded, or furnished that much either. A few punching bags here and there, some boxing gloves, punching pads, and obviously first aid kits. But otherwise, it was just a poorly lit, concrete room.

Bets were made, fights were fought, and it was good. Especially for G and Boost. Boost liked to use the fighting as a chance to flirt with people he'd normally get beat for talking to, and G liked the fighting. They both frequented. Which is why when one dah they showed up to see you, they didn't know what to make of you.

Especially not when you practically wiped the floor with Scraps.