Tough Love
Tough Love shook her head. She knew supervillains had a tendency to pick out... Flamboyant names for themselves, but
The Dancing Jack? Surely he realized just how fruity that was. Not that she really cared, honestly. More power to him, right? Out and proud was fine, just a little unexpected. She was trying very hard to justify her reaction without coming across as... Intolerant.
"Listen, Mister, uh, Dancing Jack?" she cleared her throat, "This game thing is all well and good, I guess, but you do know what
coercion is, yeah? And this whole thing reeks of some kind of supernatural coercion. The results of an ill thought out magic wager are definitely inadmissible as evidence in court. So honestly, you really have got to understand that you aren't legally in the right here." She placed his coin on the table, trying very hard to balance it on it's side, and crossed her arms. "If you give me the payment, I could give it to them, right? Loopholes need to exist here, don't they?"