Johnny leaned back in his chair and got comfortable while Jack took control of the situation, well attempted. The chick that crashed through the wall seemed pretty wreckless. They went upstairs and a few minutes later an image of the 2 now combatants appeared on all of the flat screens in the joint. It appeared the duo was going to brawl for the establishments’ entertainment. The patrons didn’t hesitate to take advantage of this situation, most of them taking bets immediately. It looked like one guy in particular was being a bookie for the sudden occasion, Johnny called him over.<br/>“Hey buddy.” Blaze said reaching a hand out. “50 bucks on the Joker knockoff.”<br/>The bookie nodded and wrote something down. Johnny went back to watching. It was pretty entertaining for the most part. The female, Terry he gathered, put up a good fight against the trickster. Though Johnny had a bad feeling when she slammed her hands on the roof and a some flecks of dust came down from the ceiling. A few moments later she did it again, a few more flecks fell. Johnny sighed, took a sip of his beverage and thought to himself. *Chicks like this are why wars happen.* She slammed on the roof one more time and he could see the entirety of the roof collapse on the TV screen, as well as feel it as the building shook. Johnny managed to remain seated as the turmoil ensued. He went to take another gulp of his beverage, but to his extreme disappointment, a chunk of the ceiling fell and smacked the drink out of his hand. *Well… This just won’t do.*<br/>Jack came down the stairs and proclaimed something victorious, Johnny however was far to consumed with the thought of his lost drink to pay much attention. The bounty hunter got up and approached Jack.<br/>“Hey, Clown Shoes.” Johnny said in a level voice. “Where’s the ballbuster? She owes me a drink.”