The city almost never changes with the time of day. Whether it's the sun or moon illuminating the sky, the streets are always bustling with cars and people. And while he may not seem like it, deep down, Rico was one of those people. Making his way along the streets, he entered an alley where a couple others were waiting. "Hey, hey guys! Look who it is!" one of them said, pointing at Rico. "Rico, my man, wassup? Where've you been?!"
"Sorry, Don, I've been a little busy keeping up with school." Rico answered, "So, what's the news?"
"Well, there's this rumor going around that the Laughing Skulls're lookin' for you for mesing up some of their guys." Don answered, "You really ticked 'em off."
"Who knows? They might even put a hit on ya!" Another of the gangsters snickered.
"Yeah, like they can afford that." Rico laughed. "So, where're we off to tonight? Another street tourney?"
"Nah, the clubs, man." Don said, smiling. "La Taequera Fight Bar, y'heard of it? They're holding an open house starring their top fighter, Vince Volshevik. Whoever beats him gets $5,000 grand. Think you're up for it?"
"The Russian boxer, eh? This should be fun." Rico said with a smirk.