The two guys didn't look like they intended on breaking the fight up anytime soon, until the boss came storming down the stairs. Orren shoved Tito off of him and stood, glaring at the other man. One of his eyes was already forming a black ring around it, and his nose was dripping blood. He was proud to see Tito's face just as busted up, with one of his obnoxious golden teeth spat out into his hand. 
"Just horsing around," Tito grumbled with a lisp, his missing tooth impairing his speech. Rusco looked them both over, clearly not too happy about having to come down and shut them up. He was too busy for this shit. He looked as though he was about to lay out some kind of punishment when someone came jogging into the room, panting. Orren perked up a bit at the sight of his older brother. Jack gave him a glance. An inexperience spectator wouldn't have caught it, but Orren saw the look of "what the fuck did you do this time?" in his brother's eyes. 

"Hey boss. I got some extra dough. If the other boys come back with something, we might be able to make up this loss in a couple days." 

Rusco seemed to defuse. Everyone knew that Jack was the teacher's pet. He knew how to brown nose with the best of them. Jack may have gotten more flack for it if he couldn't beat the shit out of every other guy there. He pulled the wad of cash he'd gotten from the hooker out of his pocket and handed it over to the boss. "That's what I'm talking about, man," Rusco said in an approving tone. "You other shitholes could learn a thing or two from Dog, here. Instead of sitting on your asses and sucking dicks." 

Rusco turned to Per and motioned for her to give the guys the ice. He then turned and headed back up the stairs to count the money. Tito took his ice and slunk off, cursing and grumbling up a storm. A couple of the other guys followed him out. 
"What the hell were you doing?" Jack said as he turned to his brother. 
"Tito is a cheating piece of shit, what was I supposed to do?" Orren crossed his arms stubbornly, his nose dripping blood all down the front of his shirt. Jack rolled his eyes. 
"Were you at least winning?" 
"Yeah, I beat the shit out of him." At that, Jack smiled. 
"At least [i]something[/i] I taught you made it through that thick skull. Go get some ice for your face you faggot." 

Orren lovingly flicked his brother off as he headed for the kitchen, where Per was getting another bag of ice from the fridge. Orren paused in the doorway, watching her bend over into the ice chest. He always knew the boss picked the best looking girls, but he always wondered where the guy got a girl like Per. And better yet, were did Per get that a- Oh shit, she was looking at him. Orren quickly turned away, rubbing his neck and pretending like he hadn't just been caught looking at her ass. His cheeks turned a light shade a pink, luckily hidden under the swollen lip and black eye.