"Hold on there geriatric. If we're gonna rumble, it'll be in the Stadium. Officials don't take kindly to outside scraps when there are hundreds of arenas in the Stadium complex."

Well, then... damn.

Dave's voice took on a wavery quality similar to that of Galen's, yet different.  It was as if Dave were speaking from two places at once, or had a slightly delayed echo.
"Well, Galen, I'd much rather finish this here... but I suppose you are correct.  I'm still willing to take you and any who wish to fight me, but I'm afraid that my big advantage is now... sadly... ruined... well... maybe not...

Let me go to the bathroom, I'll be back in a second, just gotta let the ol' bladder empty out a bit."

Dave appeared to go to the restroom, then came back out a few moments later, a grin across his aged face, a few strands of his long hair falling down in front of his face.

"Ready then lil fella?"

(OOC - I think for the sake of time, Blues or whoever else may come after me might wanna set up the arena.  I tend to be a bit long-winded... unless someone would like to give me that advantage... )  

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"Had fun with yourself in there then?"
Galen took a shot glass from a patron at the bar, downed it, and threw it over his shoulder, which in effect shattered the jukebox.

"Off we go."
Galen skipped out the doorway. Maybe it was the mixture of hard liquor and a battle that made him giddy.

(Continued in new topic).