The walk to the location left little for conversation. Dietric hardly payed attention to Sai and Tank's discussion. He was only thinking of one thing; winning. He knew far too well, that this wasn't going to be easy, but something left him believing that it would fall into place at the right moment.
It wasn't until Sai mentioned not going to her gang meeting that Dietric turned his ears on. A few things.... Sai's personal life never really really clicked until now. His free, out-going nature left Dietric with no reason to question it until now. He glanced at the guy barely before pretending to think about something else.
Entering Club Rush sent a sense of irritation into Dietric's mind. He wasn't really out of his work clothes, and worse of all, music like the one's that the club played, at most times were a sign of people wanting to fight. Well, that's what the thugs he scrapped with listened to. As he followed Sai to a vacant area, he took a seat beside him avoiding as many chances to be near Tank. Only trouble would come from that.
Just as soon as the drinks, the marked-up man called for, were laid out. Dietric took a moment to profile each of them. He overheard Tank remind him of the agreement, only to return it with a glare. A terrible groan ran through his throat as the choices rattled through his mind. Why did I choose to do this!? He looked over to see Sai covering his ears and couldn't help but laugh under his breath. "Right.....hi---er, her.
Leaving him with no choice but to guess he sighed, slowly taking in the drinks one more time. ".....Well, guess I'll go with the Russian Fist." His mind stuck to the choice, rarely desiring to change his answer.
