"Sport..?"

Croquet was a sport. Track was a sport. For God's sake, even roof-hopping was considered a sport in Alpha! But the vicious spectacle behind netted wire was a public execution. Audrey felt inclined to disagree, to tell the half-haired girl that she misinterpreted the meaning of the word. Then the rowdy cheers and fanfare thundered across the bar again as if to squash her thought beneath their volume. Vander wasn't wrong.. Audrey was. She'd learned about the differences between social climates based on the economy, but the examples in her textbooks were never described like The Spit. 

"I see," she muttered, defeated. "Uhm..do you-"

[b]"BoD officer! Clear the way!"[/b]

Suddenly a dark male with a hideous nose barreled his way through the crowd. His short, heavy-footed form was heading straight for the stairs with a look of panic that made Audrey's neck hairs stand erect. She thought the wild man would tackle them for some crime they didn't know they committed. Did he want her purse? Had Vander done something illegal? Were they sitting on [i]his[/i] stairs? The Alpha woman tensed and squeeled to prepare for the impact, but at the last moment the paniced man turned for a neighboring door with a woman tumbling in after him. 

"What was that?" Curiousity pulled Audrey from the stairs for a better view. She could see two figures wrestling in a basement through the door that had been left ajar. "Is this sport, too?" She asked almost sarcastically. 

Before Audrey could turn back to Vander (hoping that her comment had been well-received) the world went black. She shuffled sideways until her back was flush against the wall of the staircase, blinking to adjust to the darkness. 

"Hey- Hey," she called out. It dawned on Audrey that she'd never asked for Vander's name. "Are you there?"