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- Posted: Thu, 24 Jan 2013 01:10:55 +0000
Now just who did this b***h think she was? She had no pull here, she wasn't a friend of Bishop's, nor down with The River Styx. Like hello he would let some rough looking b***h with a couple of maces that were not like the one he had, come in and bark orders at him. His hazel eyes narrowed as he sized her up. He felt he could take her, but there was a time and a place for that, and it wasn't necessarily here and now despite his usual demeanor of smashing his competition. Placing his hands on the bar in front of himself he leaned on his arms, towering towards the broad that was apparently thirsty.
"Hold up cyka, you ain't in Kansas no mo'. When you step on my turf, give a n***a' some respect."
He enlightened her swiftly.
"Consider this ya' one and only warning."
He added on before he turned his attention to yet another new comer crossing the threshold of his little fight club. He was excited that business was already booming. None of the places he had opened took off this fast, save for The Carnival. This one was sure to not die so easily though. There was always someone to attract in the many different traversers of the city of doors. This newcomer was rather large though, a bit bigger than the first man to enter. This refreshed Bishop's trademark Cheshire grin, obviously he was a fighter. He was reluctant when the man asked for him by name. This meant it was one of the chosen few he kept his eye on recently, a possible candidate for his clique. None the less someone he had as much in common with as his brother Elliot. It was always good to have informants that could find out a lot of basic s**t about the simplest of people.
"Yea' bruh. Wha's good?"
He obliged Dorobo with his undivided attention as he prepared the blue bitches drink. It wasn't exactly what she requested, but who didn't like Crown & Coke, a classic hybrid drink. On the rocks and everything. Surely she wouldn't refuse the drink, if she did, he would give it to her one way or another, and judging by her attitude, she would like it anyway she got it. It was amazing how people full of spunk and tenacity were attracted towards one another. If all of these people signed up for The Beatdown he would be in business. Eventually, his dream of a weekly Beatdown would be achievable. As he completed the beverage and debated spitting in it, he decided against it, though he would announce to all that he was willing to serve them at this moment in time. Regardless of others that might be around a willing to help.
"Yo anyone else wan'a drink befo' I get too ******** up!?"
He mused into a chuckle before he would return to chat with his potential. Dorobo. The few things he new of this man labeled him things such as Beast or Savage. Much to Bishop's liking.
It's Russian for 'b***h'. Pronounced 'soo-kuh'.