Ray blinked. It was all over and he missed it, and it took him a moment to register that it wasn't because he blinked. He would have figured it out eventually, but the announcer
Announcer said
"L-...Ladies and Gentlemen. It appears we have a unanimous decision... One that has never happened in the history of our tournament.... But, um, Luro Makachi has forfeited his chance at the prize. He gave up $20,000...to go get rum!"
The announcer continued, but Ray didn't hear it over the disappointed shouting from the fight fans; the most virulent of it was coming from his own throat. “Luro, you pigeon-eyed, stripey, nimtopsical snake seeing tosspot! I wanted a fight you vulcanized sot, and instead you bugger off to get phalanxed, you poleaxed, potulent, pickled, palintoshed, piss-eyed, paggered peelywally! Pah!” Ray sat down in his seat, exasperated. Nolan asked him if he wanted to join him for treats. Calmed down now, Ray shrugged. “Eh, why not, though I'd prefer a drink.” He rolled his eyes and thought,
Maybe Luro had the right idea....