A risk

[NevadaShamien]

Nevada stood on Canal street, her bag of 'goods' slung over her shoulder. She came in here plenty to sell what she couldn't sell at fights and at Sharkey's but she had never gone by herself. She knew she didn't need the money but was feeling like a risk and maybe a little greedy. She had a few men whistle and grab at her already and instead of retreating she stuck her chin out defiantly. She would do this.

[tshamien]

Tristan came stumbling out of the bar, laughing, blood dripping down his face. He bumped into some bum on the street and pushed him out of the way. When his face hit the light he winced. He swiped at his lip, and when he pulled his finger away there was a line of blood.

By the end of the day the right side of his face would probably look like a swollen mess, purple and yellow bruises and scabbed over, but damn was the cash worth it.

He continued down the street, hands in his pockets. He swerved a little, things were sort of swimming, he grabbed the person's shoulders.

"So...Nevada?"

[NevadaShamien]

Nevada almost screamed from the shock of being grabbed by a strange man. She looked closer and shook her head as the realization of who was in front of her hit her. 'Tristan? What the fuck happened to you?' she looked around nervously, if people had it out for him and saw them together she'd probably be in similar shape.

[tshamien]

"Nothing, I won." He smirked at her, "Easier fight in the world, knocked him out in two hits." Tristan let her go and smiled. "Made myself a small fortune."

He studied her for a second, noticing the bag. He raised an eyebrow. "What're you doing here? Don't seem like a place for you to be hanging around..."

((HA illegal boxing...he's into everything))

[NevadaShamien]

Nevada wondered for a brief moment why she had never seen him at any of the fights when she was selling what she had stolen. Her thoughts were interrupted by his question. 'is that concern I hear in your voice Tristan?' Nevada asked with her head cocked to the side, avoiding his question of what she was doing there.

[tshamien]

"You might find it hard to believe but I might actually care about your well being," He placed his hand on his heart and nodded his head. He felt something slowly sliding down the side of his face and used his hand to wipe it away, blood. Oh well, small price to pay for a small fortune...which Nancy would get most of anyway.

"Anyway, whatcha doin here? It ain't like this is the bowery or lower east side...this is the points."

[NevadaShamien]

Nevada pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket and dabbed at the blood on his face, biding time, trying to decide if she wanted to tell him what she was really doing.

'This is the points? Well shit this whole time I thought I was still in Brooklyn,' Nevada said sarcastically, 'I have business I take care of every so often round here. Though usually I bring someone,' she admitted.

[tshamien]

"Yea that would seem smart since you a young pretty girl in the middle of the most hellish neighborhood in the city. Ow." Tristan said, wincing a little. "Stop that."

[NevadaShamien]

Nevada smiled and shook her head, "You're bleeding!" She emphasized as she kept cleaning til she was satisfied that it had stopped bleeding.

Nevada looked down at the bag in her hand and sighed, she supposed he was right, she probably shouldn't be in five points by herself. "Do you want to come with me then?"

[tshamien]

"Yea," he said. He knew he was walking into trouble, but what could he do? He couldn't just head on back to Brooklyn and leave her here. Well he could he actually had a conscience.

[NevadaShamien]

Nevada gave him a small smile, "Come on then," She said as she led him through the streets to where she usually sold her stuff to. She headed over to an apartment she usually went to first, "Hope you ain't scared of the mafia," Nevada said simply as she knocked on the door of the apartment.

She was in and out within five minutes and was grinning from ear to ear with all the money in her pockets. "See, that was easy." She said happily, "Come on, let's get out of the points before we get robbed," She said.

[tshamien]

"You just thought of getting robbed now? Really?" Tristan rolled his eyes as they started walking. He actually slipped his arm through hers. It was safer that way, people knew him here, they would leave him alone. He never wanted to be in the points longer than he had to.

[NevadaShamien]

'you honestly think I've never been robbed here?' Nevada asked as she looked up a him, her mind wandered to when she had been robbed and beaten senseless a few months before that, the memory sent a shiver down her spine.

[tshamien]

"If you haven't its a miracle." He paused to light a cigarette, he offered her a drag. "Im actually surprised nothing worse has happpened to ya. You're not very scary looking...by points standards im friendly."

[NevadaShamien]

'I'm not intimidating in the slightest,' Nevada admitted. 'and, yes I have been robbed-got my ass beat while I was at it,' she shrugged, 'apparently I haven't learned my lesson yet. Greed can be a cruel mistress.'