Luck must have been on her side, because the first door she pushed open--the door he came out of, she remembered--was exactly the kind of back room she'd been hoping for. Only a couple people were still milling around, almost all of them having left, ostensibly, for the next fight.
"I wouldn't go that far," she grumbled, releasing him out of reflex. Her hand came back sweaty, her thumb smeared with blood (his or the other guy's?), and she grimaced and wiped it on the cleanest section of his shorts. Why had she agreed to this again? It had seemed so adventurous at the time, and she'd always approved of trying new things. How many people could say that they'd gone to an illegal fight club in their life?
She hadn't really expected it to turn out like this, though.
"Sit," she commanded, pointing to a nearby chair. Suigetsu seemed to be going along with her demands pretty well so far, so, confident that he would listen, she rounded on one of the stragglers next, leveling him with a glare and barking, "First aid kit. You have one, don't you?"
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