Jill gave a slight nod to Victor as he left the table, then her attention returned to Angel as she ordered a drink. She always loved a free drink. Once the vodka arrived at the table, Jillian waited for Angel to pour her shot, before taking the glass, pouring a shot for herself, removing her lighter from a pouch strapped at her waist, and igniting the surface of her drink. 

"Bottoms up!"

She shouted before pouring the flaming liquid down her throat, wincing a bit at the burn but grinning wickedly the whole time. As the burning subsided, Jillian contemplated placing a bet on Deon, deciding against it in the end.

"I don't wanna bet on him, or anyone. If I cared about money I woulda stayed in Haven with all those posh fucking assholes. Fuck that shit. Besides, who needs money when you can take whatever you damn well please, and destroy anyone who gets in the way? You know what I'm sayin'?"

The lights went out as she finished her ramblings, indicating the start of the fight. She watched as some man walked into the arena, someone she neither knew nor cared about, then as Deon came strutting through the crowd. He liked being in the limelight as much as her, and that bothered her to no end. She hated when people grabbed the attention away from her, despite her inclination against being too close to anyone. She poured another shot for herself and downed it, not bothering to ignite it this time, and slammed the glass back down upon the table hard enough to crack the side from the impact.