The words to some rap song rumble through the club, and I take another swig of my beer. There are ten minutes till showtime. Ten minutes till I'm back in that ring, facing my opponent - fifteen 'till win.
Until then, I sit at the bar and watch Khalil get rejected over and over. He comes back for the fifth time, tail between his legs, and orders another shot.
"Something's wrong with the ladies tonight, man. I have not received a single number."
I smirk as I chug my beer. I don't usually drink before a fight, but it does help to take the edge off. "The majority of the ladies here tonight are from The Palisades. You're not going to make it."
Everyone knows that The Palisades' prissy girls are dangerous, and not just because they're snobbish. Their parents own the majority of Los Angeles
