The underdog jumped slightly as Duke made his presence known. He still had veins pulsing at his temples and every muscle in his body seemed to tense up. He looked ready to spring, only for Duke to completely throw him off by putting a soda in his hand. His brow furrowed in confusion, but it seemed Duke had earned himself the start of a conversation, if only by power of bewilderment.

"What the hell do you want? Who are-?" The guy then frowned, looking Duke over again. "Wait, I know you. You're that bastard who's always betting on the fights these days." He grunted, cracking the soda open and chugging it all in one go. "Hmph, whatever. I get it. Can't make money winning, might as well make it gambling, huh? Your record was almost as bad as mine before you quit. Heard you're raking it in nowadays, though. Also heard you lose it just as quick," he chuckled. "Tell you what, one former loser to another. Bet on me tonight, then quit while you're ahead."

He then seemed to lose the ability to look Duke in the eye. A moment later there was a crunching sound as the boy slowly crushed the empty soda can in his hand absentmindedly, "Anyway, thanks for the drink or whatever. So unless you actually needed something, fuck off, huh?"

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