Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-69.31.217.91-20141120035513/@comment-199.216.164.10-20141212154434

Plutarch didn't even blink. He had seen a lot more disturbing things then a simple-dragon boy. He repeated his grungy laugh, but this time a little more quietly.

He tossed a wad of twenties, at least equalling about two-hundred, onto the ring floor. Quinn was already speaking before they even touched the ground.

"No wagers. No gambling. Least not yet." He said, and Sob figeted quietely, opening his mouth as if to say something but deciding against it.

"Shaddup." Plutarch spat. "Victor's pot. Your turn, Gecko. What do I get when I win?"

It didn't matter how much Plutarch OR the other young man threw in, Plutarch knew he could and would win. He had seen most of the previous fight and analyzed his movements, but even that wasn't his true ace in the hole.