So, Kurama and Shizuru finally sobered up, kind of, thanks to the magical power of water and this local specialty called a 'Philly cheesesteak'. I can't remember the last time I laughed that hard, they almost got thrown out by casino security. Appearing fit enough to walk, Kurama tosses the aluminum foil of the long steak sandwich that he split with Shizuru into a nearby trash bin, and gingerly approaches us, my husband Kazuma, Yusuke, Keiko, and a still somewhat dazed Shizuru. Yusuke speaks "Hey fox boy, I know you like to hit sauce hard, but god damn, it isn't even 2PM!" "Please, not so loud Yusuke, I'm holding back the urge to vomit, oh God," he answers, grasping onto the end of a green wrought iron bench and drawing a deep breath.

Somewhat concerned, I ask "Should we get you back to our hotel?" "No, thank you Yukina, but I'll be fine. Some…fresh air would do me good." Darting looks at both Kurama and Shizuru, the latter fumbling with her lighter and failing at lighting another cigarette, Kazuma asks "How the hell did they even serve you two enough to get yourselves this messed?" Burping, Shizuru declares "We…we had a system." "Oh I can see that."

We all walk off the boardwalk and along this street called 'Tennessee Avenue'. Halfway through the street, we spot…what in the world? Across the street, a light-skinned red-haired woman wearing these flashing heels, a black leather skirt, and pink tank top, is blowing a dark-skinned man wearing a leather jacket, biker googles, and a bandana, on the porch of a bar. We almost simultaneously conclude that it would be best to pretend we did not see anything and instead hurriedly walk until they are out of view. Thankfully, Yusuke didn't attempt to take a picture.

Shortly afterwards, we find a middle-aged dark-skinned man in beige shorts and a sleeveless white shirt…standing in front of a chain link fence that is blocking off a vacant lot. He is standing in front of a 'No Trespassing' sign and is slowly…pressing a mandarin into the sign, as if he trying to feed it. We quickly cross the street to avoid him, now having a large grassy field littered with garbage on our left. Two slightly tanned young men, they appear Southeast Asian, run across the field laughing and wearing nothing but blue swimming trunks. One of them yells 'Buwisit!' and…pulls a syringe out of his right foot. He discards the needle and continues chasing after the other, giggling along the way.

I hear Kurama "Did all those things happen, or am I more intoxicated then I originally thought?" Yusuke answers "Yes and yes, fox boy. Yes and yes." We reach the end of block, the intersection saying 'Pacific Avenue', spotting a beige brick structure…I believe they are called 'cathedrals'. Turning left, we pass by a black and white car that says 'Police. Atlantic City'. The window rolled down, a dark-skinned man in a sky blue police uniform, with a trimmed wiry beard, sips on a cup of Dunkin Donuts coffee and says in American-accented English "Hey, you guys need directions?" Stopping in our tracks, I see Kazuma awkwardly answering in English "Uh, no, I don't think so." "Where you all headed?" "Uh…the mall." "The outlet mall? Stick to Pacific Avenue and turn right on Michigan. Do not go north of Atlantic Ave unless you are near the mall. Better yet, stick to the boardwalk and call a taxi if you need to get around here. My advice, this city got some places not so tourist-friendly." Kazuma replies "Uh…thanks. Thanks, I'll keep that in mind." "Where you all from?" We almost simultaneously say either 'Tokyo' or 'Japan'. Sipping his coffee, the officer says "Tokyo, Japan huh? Well, enjoy the trip. Try not to do anything stupid, haha! Sayonara!"

Alright, some shopping at the outlet mall. No way this can end in disaster, right? So far, my assessment of the place is that it's one giant theme park full of morons, and damn it's awesome. It's like every block I can watch one train wreck after another in real time. Anyway, I'm with fox boy and Kuwabara at the store that sells these clothes with the alligators on them. The ladies went out to some designer bag store, saw some crazy 50% off sale going. Eh, sale here is decent, not too bad. Since Kuwabara is picking up the tab on drinks and food today, I can reinvest back into the local economy with some retail therapy. Now…what to get…hm, not a bad sweater here. Let's see the price…yeesh…wait, with the sale…eh. Maybe.

I look right and see Kurama going through some of these Cuban shirts that are on sale, like the one Kuwabara is wearing now. Eh, that ain't my style but more power to them. Yeah…I think I will get one of the sweaters. The one in black, yep. I take my shirt off and try the sweater on…yea it will fit. A few people are staring at me…well what am I supposed to do? I see Kuwabara point toward the back and say in Japanese "They got a room for that, Urameshi." I shrug my shoulders and say "Well, good thing I didn't go for the jeans first." I take the sweater off and put my shirt back on, while a few tourists laugh. Alright, pair of jeans, 25 present off…

Waiting in line with fox boy and Kuwabara, I got my picks draped over my shoulder. I see Kurama is getting one of those Cuban shirts that Kuwabara already has, except in pink. Bold color there, fox boy. Don't see the appeal of them though. What are you going to do with four front pockets? Put a quarter in each of them? I see a bunch of people here with Irish flags, Canadian flags, Italian flags, on their shirts and hats. Looks like the fight crowd has showed up. So far seeing more Italian and Canadian flags than Irish flags, so I guess we got team Gatti here.

"Look alive Yusuke, seems there is trouble outside," Kurama mutters, and…yeah. The whole store is now looking at the scene outside. Looks like two white guys, one looks like the taxicab driver standing in front of his car, the other guy is fat and wearing a green 'Kiss Me I'm Irish' t-shirt, and the two of them are gawking at each other. Getting into each other's faces. A skinny, blonde, white lady in a pink dress and these stripper heels is trying to pull the fat guy away, and I can hear them shout through the window.

"Fuck you man!" the cabbie shouts. "Fuck me? Fuck you! You wanna suck my dick? C'mon, suck my dick!" the fat guy shouts back, slurring his words. "Get the fuck away from me, your breath smells like dogpiss." "I'll piss in your mouth, you fucking faggot! Suck my dick!" "No one wants to suck your dick!" "Bullshit, c'mon. Wanna see me whip it out?" Stripper heels yells "Barry, let it go, you are acting like a retard." "No fuck that, the cabbie wants to suck my dick, here, let me…" "I don't want to suck…" "Let me take my dick out!" "Get the fuck away from me or I will punch you in the face!" "What is your fucking problem anyway?! C'mon, suck my dick!" "My problem is that you keep trying to take your dick out in my cab!"

The fat guy swings a punch and misses, falling face first into the rear view mirror and breaking it. He falls on his back as the cabbie falls on top and starts wailing on him. Stripper heels jumps on the cabbies back and we got a human sandwich situation going on. A middle-aged black lady waiting in line in front of me says "Welcome to Atlantic City. Like a magnet for dumbasses." Yep, another block, another train wreck. I take my camera out and snap a picture.

"Oh God, just like that Kazuma!" I watch Yukina moan, she's, ugh, gripping tightly on the pillow. I love watching the shape of her ass, the line along her back, fuck it turns me on. She thrusts back into my dick, whew she doesn't like to pace herself. She moans "Getting close, uh I need this, I need to…" Oh, uh, my palms press against the mattress, my body trying to match her rhythm. "Yukina baby if you don't slow down I'm, uh…" I mumble out, my calves starting to strain a bit. I'm trying to pace myself and oh God! She's turning her around and putting her right hand on my shoulder, stretching to show her face and tits, biting her lower lip. "Shh, it's okay Kazuma, you know I'm, ugh, on that pill, go ahead. I'm so close, don't stop! Ugh…fill me up Kazuma! I…almost…ugh…"

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" I yell out as some dickhead pulled the fucking fire alarm. Yukina looks like she's about to cry. She slams her fist on the pillow and asks "Maybe we can ignore it…I can always fix you up if it's an actual fire, hah…ugh damn this." I'd be okay with that too if it the alarm wasn't so damn loud and digging into my ears. I ask "Do we have earplugs?" "No, did not think we would need them." Ugh, at this point I'm starting to go soft again, it's basically a wash now. I pull my wet dick out as she whines in disappointment. I say "Sorry babe, guess we have to make another rain check. At this rate, I think I'm going to die of blue balls." "Yeah, me too, ugh, so stupid," she replies, reaching for her lacy dark red panties. I say "We'll have ourselves after the fight." "Promise?" she demands while I put my boxers on. "I'll try my best, this place keeps throwing stupid shit at us. Damn that alarm is annoying."

With our valuables and having on our street clothes, Yukina not really doing much about her sex hair, the two of us exit out of the hotel through the designated fire escape side entrance…finding the crowd outside. Hmm, I take my cellphone out and call…let's start with sis. Waiting…waiting "Yeah Shizuru, where are you?" "Front of the casino. Some assholes are throwing crap from their balcony." Are…are you serious? Did they…oh I am so going to kill them.

We find the rest of our group standing by the entrance to the AIDs beach, and yep, there are a group of jackasses throwing shit from their balcony and yelling at the rest of us down below. I see an Italian flag hanging from their railing, probably from the Arturo Gatti fan club. While we approach the group, Yusuke turns to us and says "Hey Kuwabara and…pfft, I'm guessing those morons up top interrupted some personal Kuwabara time? Haha!" I watch Yukina go red and try to straighten out her hair. Sneering, I say "Bite me Urameshi. And what's the deal with those losers?" "Beats me, I was getting a good game of blackjack going when the alarms went off. I'm keeping my hands in my pockets so no assholes can steal my chips. Hey Keiko, no one behind us right?" Keiko groans and says "For the fifth time, no. Just…oh God!" She's staring at something under the boardwalk and…yep, there's a pair of bums fucking each other below us.

Moving more than a few feet away from the bum fucks below, we watch as a red fire truck and two black and white Atlantic City police cars drive up on the boardwalk, sirens and all. The morons on the balcony start throwing glass bottles at the firetruck, and one of them just shot off a firework. I hear one of the cops shout through some car speaker or megaphone "STOP THROWING SHIT AT THE PEOPLE BELOW!" "A lively bunch, surely," Kurama says, as we all watch the free entertainment. I can barely hear someone from the balcony yell "GO EAT A DICK!" Cigarette in her mouth, I hear Shizuru say "I can't tell if this place naturally attracts morons, or if this stupid fight event is a magnet for them."

"At least it hasn't started raining yet," Kurama adds, and we all can agree on that. "When do they let the doors open for the show?" Yusuke asks, still keeping his hands in his pockets. Hmm. I say "Around six probably, though I only really care about the last two fights. I got us reservations at a nearby restaurant, we supposed to be there in an hour. After that, want to head straight in? Might be a good idea to get ahead of the crowd. I got a feeling that this is going to spill over into cheap seats." Yusuke laughs and says "Tell me about it. Good thing you couldn't find Hiei to invite him to this. If he actually showed up, he'd probably burn half the city down." Tapping his foot, he says "I just want to cash in my chips. Been having a real lucky streak today. Funny enough, we'd probably get more peace and quiet in the arena seats. They serve liquor there?" Shizuru knocks ash off her cig and says "What do you think? The city basically gave me and Kurama free liquor to press a few buttons."

This Latino-looking cop starts pushing us all away from the splash zone, yelling "Clear out, there's nothing to see here!" And just now I am watching a green bong fly off the balcony and smash against the windshield of one of the cop cars. The morons on the balcony start yelling "GATTI! GATTI! GATTI!" I hear some dude in the crowd shout "Oh they wildin'! They gonna get their asses beat!" I hear more shouting from the balcony, and suddenly two security guards burst onto the balcony and start hauling the morons away. One of the idiots takes a swing, and I think he just got tased. Whole crowd is cheering and I hear some guy shout "Yeah take that shit back to Montreal you assholes!" Ain't Gatti living in New Jersey now?

They finally let everyone back in to the casino, after those morons got hauled away by the cops. Yusuke and Keiko ran off to cash Yusuke's chips. My bro and Yukina went back to their room to freshen up, Kurama too, so it's just me and my cigarette, waiting. And hoping it doesn't start raining. I knock ash off my cigarette onto the boardwalk…"Hey bitch watch it!" some guy yells from under the boardwalk. I look down at the bum and yell "Tough shit asshole, next time try to jerk off under an actual roof!" "Hey I can piss on you from here! I have hepatitis!" Oh hell, screw this. I run off and head back into the casino. Screw it, they have a smoking section in here somewhere. I'll hide my cigarette in my mouth if I have to. This city is bum central.

Finding the smoking section…wait a minute…I thought Yusuke was going to cash in his chips. I approach Keiko and join her in watching him sweat over the blackjack table. I ask "Having a good run?" Keiko answers "I think he has a gambling addiction." Yusuke is fidgeting at the table, his legs are shaking…does he need to take a leak or something? And…is that the bum from earlier, standing next to him? The one that was singing in a cardboard box back before noon…yeah it is. It's Yusuke on the far right, the bum to his left, plus some elderly South Asian lady to the left of the bum, and this elderly bald and skinny western European guy to the left of her. "Hit me," the bum says. I watch the dealer, a middle-aged East Asian guy in glasses, drop a card on the table, and the bum starts yelling "Woohoo, blackjack! Suck my dick assholes! Yeah, I'm scoring some weed tonight!"

Keiko speaks in Japanese "I am surprised no one has kicked him out yet. He has been swearing at everyone for the past ten minutes. And he reeks horribly." I reply "I'm surprised Yusuke hasn't punched him in the face. Hey Yusuke, you need a bathroom break or something?" Yusuke yells back in Japanese "Hey Shizuru, I can't think about that now. I'm way too in the zone and I gotta get this stinking hobo off the table. He gotta bust out any time now." The bum turns to look at us and yells in English "Hey, you Chinese broads wanna get me a drink?! I killed three of ya people in Nam! Ten years ago! Was on a business trip ahaha!" Eck! I yell back "Touch me and I'll drown you in the ocean!" Yusuke adds "Buddy, you smell like you crawled out of a dog's asshole. And if you talk to my friends like that again, I will feed you your teeth." The dealer sighs and speaks "No violence allowed on the casino floor." I reply "Yeah, and no hygiene either it looks like."

Yusuke looks like is about to piss himself. The bum speaks "Hey, you gonna hit at 16 or not? C'mon, hit it ya pussy!" Yusuke shouts in English back at the bum "Screw this!" He turns around…walks toward us…reaches into his jean zipper what the actual hell?! There's the trash can with an ashtray behind me…oh are you kidding me?!

I look away as I hear Yusuke piss into the trash can, my cigarette in mouth, slowly dying inside. I hear Keiko mutter in Japanese "Someone kill me now." The whole blackjack table is staring at us with their mouths agape, and the bum is almost drooling from holding back his laughter. "Oh hell damn that hurts," Yusuke moans as the blackjack dealer whispers into some microphone on his red vest.

As I hear Yusuke's zipper again, I watch as this wide and fat western European guy dressed like security, with black hair similar to my brother's hairstyle, snaps his fingers at us and yells "Hey yous. Golden shower. I wanna talk ta yous." Great work Yusuke. You are about to get kicked out of the casino that you are staying in. Yusuke yells back "Hey what's the problem?! It's just a trash can, I was on a good roll!" "Yous gonna be rolling on needles in the beach if you don't comes with me." The guy points at me and Keiko and asks "Ey, yous two with the jackoff?" Keiko replies in English "Unfortunately." "Aight, you can cash in his chips while we take care of your boyfriend. You can collect the jackoff outside." He grabs Yusuke's shoulder, the latter yelling "Hey watch it pal, that's bullshit! You're messing with my hot streak!"

As Yusuke gets hauled off the casino floor, the dealer turns to us and asks "Hit or stay." I tell Keiko "Tell him 'stay'. 16 is risky to hit." Keiko nods and says "Okay, stay." Dealer takes out a card and says "Dealer busts. Congratulations."

Personally, I am unsure as to what I am supposed to eat at the restaurant, given that I already gorged myself twice today. While that steak sandwich did serve its purpose in sobering myself up, my stomach feels as if I feasted on a salad of animal fat. I am genuinely concerned about being able to eat like a normal sentient being this vacation, and not like I am being fattened for slaughter. Oh well, the universe willing, the restaurant will have a whisky menu. I must say, this guayabera shirt is quite comfortable.

Exiting the casino entrance, I find Keiko and Shizuru berating Yusuke, the latter sitting on the bench. Approaching, Keiko shouts in Japanese "I have never felt so embarrassed in my life! Are you a zoo animal?! What is wrong with you?!" I get within a meter and ask "Lively now, are we?" Shizuru smirks at me and replies "Yusuke couldn't tear away from a blackjack game, so he took care of business in a trash can next to us." Oh my. I chuckle slightly and speak "Well good to know that we no longer hold the title for most embarrassing moment today." Keiko shouts "Seriously Yusuke! It was you and that creepy hobo, and you were the one that pissed in public?! I really thought I was going to die of embarrassment!"

I turn around and find Kuwabara and Yukina approaching us, the latter having her hair done in a looped ponytail. Kuwabara speaks first and asks "What's the hub-bub about?" Keiko angrily answers "Yusuke got thrown out the casino for peeing in a public trashcan." Sneering, his arms folded, Yusuke answers "Hey, I had a good game of blackjack going and didn't want that bum to say I pulled off the table first!"

Seated at the restaurant called 'Havana Nights', we find ourselves on a second floor overlooking an unused dance floor. I am seated at the end of the table, against the railing, with Shizuru to my right, followed by Yusuke. Seated across from me is Kuwabara, with Yukina to his left, followed by Keiko. Menu appears to be at least meant for sentient beings and not domesticated swine, though I supposed I can always be surprised with a portion the size of a heavy bowling ball. No whisky menu sadly, although they do have a rum menu, and I do believe I spot a bottle of Macallan on the bar shelf in the floor below. Yes Macallan…Bowmore…Glenlivet…ah they have Aberfeldy! One of my favorites amongst the Scottish whiskies. As for food…I will just have the flounder ceviche so as to not appear as a complete alcoholic, for once.

The waitress, a slender African woman wearing an outfit similar to the card dealers on the casino floor, albeit with a brown vest instead of sparkling red, waits for our orders. Keiko and Shizuru already placing their orders, I answer "Aberfeldy, served neat, and the ceviche." Kuwabara answers "Chimichurri steak, medium rare, with the Cuban pot stickers, and a strawberry caipirinha." Yukina answers "I will have the steak as well, also medium rare, and an order of the chicken wings. And a caipirinha, plain." Yusuke, who has been mulling his order for a while, answers "I'll get the rotisserie half chicken and a mojito."

As the waitress leaves with our orders, Shizuru turns to Yukina and asks "Steak and wings? If you don't mind me asking, how do you keep your figure?" Yukina smiles and answers "I limit my bread and sugar intake when I can. I think it is called keto? An American diet. I mostly eat meat, fish, and vegetables. This is actually kind of a cheat day for me." Shizuru laughs and says "Hey, whatever works. I might ask you for some pointers after this trip is over."

I watch as our drinks get distributed amongst us, myself receiving my whisky last. They served the drink in a typical shot glass. I guess excepting a Glencairn would be pushing my luck. Nevertheless, I bring the glass to my nose, just a touch below my nostrils, and inhale. Ahh…sherry and a touch of coffee. I hear Yusuke ask "Hey fox boy, you are supposed to drink liquor, not smell it." Smirking I reply "Ah Yusuke, now there I must digress. Well done spirits have distinct aromas, and inhaling them is part of the experience. This isn't a shot of swill vodka after all." Shizuru interrupts "There you go Yusuke, you got Kurama started. Now he's going to try and sell us a damn bottle." I laugh softly and reply "Ah Shizuru, this is simply art appreciation." Yukina speaks out "I rather prefer to just drink them." Keiko leans forward and asks "What is that? A caprasomething?" "A caipirinha. We had it a few times when Kazuma took us to those Brazilian restaurants in Minato. They taste a little like mojitos."

I take a sip of my whisky, as Kuwabara looks over the railing and exclaims "Wow they even got a dance floor here. Wanna hit this place again after the fights?" Yusuke replies "As long as the bar's still open, I'm game." Shizuru nods in agreement, and I follow suit. It has been some time since I went dancing, would be good to keep from going rusty. Keiko mutters "As long as Yusuke doesn't urinate on the dance floor, I have no complaints."

I hear glass shattering, somewhere outside the restaurant. Now shouting, in English. I take another sip of my drink, stand up with it, and join Shizuru and Yusuke in finding the source of the yelling. We approach a railing overlooking a long orange hallway outside the restaurant, almost like a balcony for the restaurant. A Latina woman in a purple cocktail dress approaches the railing as well, and the four of us watch as an overweight bald shirtless African man, wearing black slacks, grapples with a western European man wearing a green polo shirt, blue jeans, and a Philadelphia Phillies baseball cap. The two exchange clinch uppercuts by a large water fountain. I notice the shattered display window for a frozen yogurt store, broken glass littering the hallway. The two fall over and into the fountain, where the man in the Phillies cap, hat somehow still on his head, tries to drown the other man. Casino security rush in, attempting to restrain the two. The man in the Phillies cap clutches several coins from the fountain and hurls it at the casino security, whom respond with punches and kicks. I ask the stranger to the right of me "Did you see what started the altercation?" She responds with a New York City accent "Could be anything. Welcome to Atlantic City. Probably going to get even dumber with that boxing match tonight."

The line into the arena wasn't that long, but it had it's fair share of belligerent morons. Mostly people cursing at each other, one guy got into a huge shouting match with a ticket scalper, one of the pro-Ward fanatics threw a Pepsi bottle at the wall and almost got arrested by the police that are on standby. We saw a lot of Irish flags, American flags, Canadian flags, and Italian flags, as if we stumbled into this secret ethnic rivalry within this state called New Jersey. Regardless, appears calm…ish here. I am currently in line with Yusuke to get some drinks, the rest of our group likely already at their seats. He asks me "You want to get something to eat? I'm stuffed here, just going to get a soda or something." "No, I'm also getting a drink, hey they have iced tea. I'll have one of those."

Our turn next, I try to speak but Yusuke annoying interrupts and tells the cashier "Two peach iced teas, thanks." The cashier, who appears to either be Middle Eastern or from Latin America, wearing thick framed glasses and having an ungroomed moustache and chinstrap beard, places two cans of iced tea on the counter. He speaks "That will be $15." $15 for two cans of soda?! Yusuke laughs to himself and mutters "They lost their minds here." He hands over $15 from his wallet, and we wait for them to pour the drinks into plastic cups. And we wait…the cashier says "You are good to go." Okay, surprisingly they are letting people take aluminum cans into the arena. This cannot end well. Yusuke grabs the two cans and turns around, as I speak in Japanese "You know I can order for myself?!"

As we walk through the hallway that leads to the seats, an older Western European man in a black blazer suit and pants stops us, tapping on Yusuke's left shoulder. He has grey hair combed back and a groomed grey beard cut short. Yusuke says "What now? We already showed our tickets." I notice a security microphone on the lapel of his jacket. The guy speaks in a nasally accent "Where you got those drinks from? I'm with management here." Yusuke sneers and says "Over there, now if you excuse us." "Nah, you're coming with me." Huh? Yusuke asks "Why? We already paid $15 for the cans, which is already ridiculous." Following him back to the kiosk, the manager speaks "Don't worry, you two are fine. I just need to figure something out."

We return to the kiosk, the cashier now settling an order of onion rings. The manager asks "Did you sell iced tea to this couple standing with me?" The cashier mumbles "Uh…yeah?" "Did you notice anything funny when you sold them the cans, like, you know, that you didn't pour them into plastic cups like I told everyone to do?! You do realize that people can throw these things like projectiles!" He turns to us two and continues "Not like I'd accuse you two fine guests of doing such a thing, pardon me." The cashier mumbles "Uh…I thought that was only for beer." The manager snorts and yells "Are you stonato or something?! I can't even deal with this now, not tonight! Just get me two damned cups so I can send these people on their way." He turns to us and says "Sorry about this, it'll just take a second."

Finally, at long last, at our seats, and wow, we are probably going to be on TV! We are seated by possibly one of the entrance tunnels, in rows 2 and 3 of our section. Only actual floor seats are in front of us, and the view is amazing. Kuwabara is seated on row 2 right next to the railing by the tunnel, with Yukina to his left, followed by Shizuru. Yusuke is seated behind Kuwabara, with myself seated between Yusuke and Kurama. Two large boxers meander in the ring, waiting for their fight to start. One of them is African and has a goatee beard and sky blue and yellow trunks, while the other looks Western European with short blonde hair, the name 'Jim' embroidered on his red and white trunks. Yusuke asks "Seriously Kuwabara, how the hell did you get these tickets? This is like where the rich people seat." Kuwabara replies "Well I know a guy, who knows a guy…who knows another guy."

"Do you think we will be on TV?" Yukina asks. Kazuma replies "We're going to be on PPV, but yeah, we will definitely be on TV. Pretty cool huh?" Yusuke laughs and says "Yeah, with that orange punch perm you got, you'd stick out like a lighthouse. By the way, they almost let us inside with our drinks still in the cans. Some manager caught us and then chewed out the staff. So you might want to duck if shit goes haywire here."

The match is announced as Calvin Brock versus Jim Strohl. I hear Kazuma mutter "I heard things about this Calvin Brock guy, think he might challenge Klitschko for the heavyweight belt one day." As if on que, the African boxer drives a punch basically through the European's head, causing him to do a split on the canvas before crumbling down. Shizuru mutters "Not bad. Quick too. So how many more fights left to go?" Kazuma raises his hand to show three fingers and says "Just three more to go. Next is another heavyweight fight, so hopefully it will end quick too."

Above, in the upper level, I hear shouting. We all turn and spot a bearded European man with a sleeveless tank top and jeans shout at another European man, the later wearing jeans, a green shirt with a white shamrock on it, and glasses. The bearded man shouts "Hey you! Hey faggot, you're in my seat!" The two idiots immediately start swinging punches at each other, falling under the seats, as a visibly drunk East Asian woman in a revealing strapless black dress dumps a beverage over the two, laughing. Our eyes glued at the spectacle above, I hear Kazuma mutter "Eh, just to clarify, three fights left in the boxing ring." I watch Yusuke reach into my purse and take out his camera.