Chump Change [2430-1-2 Tue 10:15 pm]

[Titus Vere]

The crowd went wild, and so did the room, though it was far more subdued being as most people in it were too high or drunk to completely understand what was going on. The redhead grabbed onto Titus and laughed, big wide smile of someone who was going to live another day. Titus returned it, though maybe his smile was a little off kilter

A few men came over to Titus. The redhead's smile immediately dampened and he straightened up. But they didn't speak to him, but to Titus. "Congratulations sir. You're the biggest winner of the night."

"I believe the thanks go to her, not me." He glanced at the screen, and all the cameras pointed at Mac. The smile on her face was luminescent, bigger than his new friend's had been. There was a woman riding high on hormones and adrenalin. "I would like to meet her. Can you arrange a meeting for myself and my friend..." He glanced at the man, waiting for a name.

[Regan Verena]

It took Regan a moment to realize Titus was actually asking his name. "Regan." He blurted out. "I'm Regan."

The staff guys looked at one another. Regan knew they were trying to decide if it was really worth trying to get Regan to play nice with Titus. She was mouthy and she really didn't like talking to... well anybody. Regan had seen her a couple of times while organizing this stuff for Toppers, but he didn't dare try talk to her. She'd probably snap his neck and Regan had enough dicks trying to kill him already.

But whatever Titus had won must have been big because they actually said, "We'll track her down and send her up." That, or they knew who Titus was (and more importantly, who his old man was). The reality that he had an assassin's arm draped around his shoulder, and that he had grabbed onto his coat, was sinking in again.

Regan really needed a drink.