Paul huffed as he walked into the club. He stood behind a bar and drank a firewhiskey and watched two men fight roughly. They were covered in dirt, and sweat gleaming. The shirts were ripped. He cheered them on, and took a long swig of is whiskey. tons of men surrounded him, watching as well. It got a little boring, all they were doing was throwing punches.
He sighed and leaned back.