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[@BloodyRed]

The door slammed shut behind Kull as he followed his new buddy into the alley behind the bar. He wore clean pressed jeans with a black leather belt and black leather boots. His white wifebeater was halfway tucked and had several holes worn through it. No doubt he could tear out of the old, straining shirt with a good flex. He looked like an incredible asshole.
He'd stop six feet away from his opponent, smirking down the middle of the alley, thumbs hooked nonchalantly in his belt.

"You were right, this is a good spot. There's no bell or 'ready go', so..."