26
KYLE
THE CLUB WAS packed, and instead of being met with revulsion at the door, I was regarded with respect. It was a good feeling. As soon as I stepped inside, the bouncer, Zane, pushed me toward the bar. “What’s up, fucker?” he shouted.
I chuckled. “Ready to fight. What’s up with you?”
“Taking a night off so I can watch the fights. I’m thinking about entering.” Slapping his hand on the bar, the bartender looked over and shook his head with a grin. He poured Zane another shot of whiskey and slid it to him. “I’m putting it on your tab, Z.”
Zane tossed the shot back and waved his hand toward me. “Add another one on it for my friend.”
The bartender poured me one. “Thanks,” I said, downing it fast.
Zane slapped me on the shoulder and sat down. “That’ll loosen you up for your fight. Y
