The last few fans from the Slag-Works district were heading down the steps, leaving behind a mess of crushed plastic cups and torn betting slips.
Chloe sat tightly against her plastic seat, staring at the humiliating score flashing in crimson digits on the big board.
[ BLACKLIST: 124 // RED SERPENTS: 48 ]
Now that the fever of a great game was gone, she did not look like a flower anymore; she just looked like a genuinely stressed girl.
"I am completely serious, Rain," Chloe said, turning to him while tapping her pad with a deep pout. "I have been going through the charts all night, and I really do not see a seam in his defense. You were totally right about him. He is much stronger than you... and honestly? I am starting to wonder if he is already sitting at the same table as the others."
Rain watched the cleaning crew sweep the floorboards. He did not look surprised at all, maybe a little satisfied that his expectations were fulfilled.
