The man to his right explained how the fight was going and said that he had money on the fight, and Oscar noticed that his hands were buried in his pockets. [i]'Checking that he still has some money left after the bets?'[/i] Oscar wondered, taking a sip from his glass of beer. "Marvin Hayes? He's a new guy, right? Not a big boxing fan, but I know that if he's going up against Ives then it's a foregone conclusion that he'll get his ass dropped."

It was then that the guy offered a hand to shake, which Oscar accepted, saying "the name's Oscar." The young man, now introduced as Preston, asked who he was rooting for. Oscar shrugged, taking a swig from his glass. "Like I said, Ives is probably gonna win. But I like myself an underdog, so I'll probably be rooting for Hayes. In fact," he snapped to get the bartender's attention, "whatever money was left from that beer, I want it put on Hayes."

Oscar turned back to Preston, looking him over for a second, then said: "You know, you don't look like you're from around here." He paused, chuckled, and clarified: "What I mean is you don't look like you just crawled out of a gutter and stabbed somebody for their wallet. So what are you here for? Business?"