Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170616015553/@comment-4059927-20170619053512

"Not sure if I like our odds with the big guy." Gregory's eyes scanned Malcolm, who was the real viable threat much due to his size and skill as a boxer. Despite his imposing physique one could sense a form of quiet confidence about him. "I've seen him fight before, really knocked the shit out of Ricky awhile back. If push goes to shove I think fleeing would be our best option, and head to Greaser turf where they won't follow us."

Despite Tad noticing them he didn't prompt from his seat at the table, his eyes simply watched the pair, unwavering. Gregory knew this was a form of waiting game, like a feline predator carefully assessing methods of approach when it comes to their skittish prey.