OOC<br/>Location: Blaine's House in Sunset Moors<br/>People: Blaine, Carl Leblanc (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit#heading=h.vpfozwpvsgqy)<br/><br/>I'll give Blain credit for her previous play in Vegas - she has Jane and John as a contact. I'll even say they owe her a debt. More tellingly, Blaine knows how the Fight Club works - i.e., no permanent injury or death.<br/><br/>I think this post will wrap up this scene (you can post Blaine accepting). Blaine does have an opportunity to do something before meeting Carl at the fight club.<br/><br/><hr/>Blaine asked,<strong>"What conditions do you want to set for winning the fight? First blood or... submission?"</strong>The word submission seemed to carry more weight than in the normal circumstances of losing a brawl through submission.<br/><br/>Carl grimaced at Blain's question.<strong>"I guess you've been sheltered here in Vegas. It's a cruel and dangerous world out there. Mortals have the sporadic protection of their law and, more meaningfully, their numbers. For people like us, Weres, and more generally the supernatural community, the strong rule and the weak submit. Both individually and in the pack. There is no pack leader for Vegas; more to the point, no overall Faction controls the city. We're moving in; the weak will either join or perish."</strong><br/><br/>Carl gave Blaine an intense look,<strong>"We're gonna let it all out. Last Alpha standing. I've never used it, but I've heard about this fight club. I want to see if you are as good as you think. Also, I figure ripping you up in public will save me a few fights."</strong>then Carl relaxed a bit,<strong>"Submission. You and I are Alphas. Submission is not something that either of us would accept easily. I hope that when you see the shit storm coming down on you, you'll put yourself and your pack under my protection. I'm not gonna be top dog in Vegas, but I'll have some sway."</strong><br/><br/>Shortly after Carl left, Blaine's phone rang.