[ it's not a threat, evan knows. but it still makes his grip tighten around the glass. at least it's mutual. ]

Maybe it should be real.

[ it's the only other thing he can think of. if they can get a few of their guys from each side to conveniently come along at the right time to break them up, start a potential gang war in the streets right in front of those assholes' base - that'd keep people's attention. ]

You and me finally having it out. For real. We get people watching to stop us. [ he looks down into the half-finished beer. ] Or the cops.

[ as if the police would lift a finger to stop them. no, they've paid off enough cops to not get involved as physically possible, and threatened the rest. if someone calls they'll wait long enough for either evan or david to be unconscious or dead, and then conveniently show up to clean up whatever's left. it's standard procedure.

still. the idea of really getting to duke it out with david does have an appeal. ]