Suddenly realizes someone came in to watch the fight

Ah, hey there uh.. ST, i think it was. You can call me thatguy.

Glad you could join us. i would have said hi earlier but i got a little distracted. eh

"see the small one looks like a badass"

"yeah a wonderful day, and you looks like a chocolate lover too, nice to know"

Stephent stands up and grab his bag.

"Too bad I have to go now, I got some business to take care, but we should hang out together next time, write me your phone number in here"

Stephent hands Tom a piece of paper and a pen.

Tom takes the pen willingly and writes a few scribbled numbers. "355567" He hands the paper back and gives a friendly wave.

"Its a shame you have to buddy. I'm not sure if you know but the chocolate eating convention is coming to Las Vegas next week and it would be whiz-bang if you could join me sport"

Lets out a very slight sigh

Looks like my hello was for naught, maybe net time i'll be observant

looks the other direction

Hey mate, hope that bet works out for ya. Seems you don't got to much to spare.

Tom looked at thatguy feeling rather bad. First Tom had poured beer on him and now he was been ignored.

"Hey bud no hard felling's. Care to join us at the Chocolate convention next week?"

Thinks about it for a second

I would but i'm not much of a fan of chocolate

Give a little smirk

Artificial fruit flavors are more my kind of thing

Tom nods taking in the information.

"Well this convention does have sweet. Not just chocolate. It will be a great time"

Tom reaches inside his jacket and pulls out a ciggerete. He then throws it on the ground and stomps it.

"I want more Hershey's"

Stephent grabs the paper from Tom's hand and hugs Tom

Well I will be there mate, see you there, ciao

as he walk away he notice a man calling him

hello Thatguy, I am just about to leave, but I will see you next time in another fight or we can just hangout together next time

Stephent write his phone number on a piece of small paper and hands it to Bubbles

"Its my number, whenever you interesting fight, call me , I will jump on if I am free"

He waves at everyone and continue to walk back home

Tom waves him off like a grandma on the porch.

"Good luck ST. Don't die before the convention"

Checks inside of bag

Hmm, I didn't bring any sweets but...

Takes out a slightly-cooler-than-room-temperature pepsi-cola

I brought a few soft-drinks if that'll quench your thirst.

Toms eyes sparkle and widen.

"Boy would I! Have you got grape soda?"

Tom waits for the reply that better be fucking yes.

Does a short wave

See ya ST, take care now

Notices the intensity of the request

Nervously checks bottles in the bag

Uh......

Ah! I believe this will be to your liking

Hands Tom a grape soda

Enjoy because I believe that is my last one

Re-focuses his attention

Anything happen while I was buried in my bag?

Tom wipes the sweat off his brow and realises he's forgotten about the cat fight. He takes a sip of his drink and reclines.

"Look at that little fucker go"

Starts to feel a yawn forming in the back of his mouth

They been going at it for a while eh? I'm surprised one of them ain't just kill the other already

"Christ I agree. Anyway bud its been a long day and im gonna pack it in"

Tom downs his grape soda, picks up the folding chair, gives a wave and disappears majestically into the sunset.

Waves back as he gets up and leaves as well

At least I didn't lose my $50, see ya stranger