Story Post 78: Allison and Christoph

     Allison glared pointedly at Christoph, who glanced innocently at her. “It’s…. personal….” She growled, unable to hide a smile as Vexan hissed at Christoph, making him dance away warily.
   Christoph shrugged. “Well, it’s rather…. Complicated. See, as I told you earlier I own the Karican Mob there-“ he pointed at the building as they neared. “And I run a fight arena out of the basement. Well, a month ago this little flower waltzed in the door, bet me $680 she could beat my strongest guy, and very nearly won. Unfortunately for her, she didn’t actually have $680 at the time, and still doesn’t- so she owes me the money. I’ve tried to be nice about giving her time to get it- gave her a week without trouble and then another with a little friendly reminder here and there. And yes, I mean friendly. There was no beating, no fighting, just a ‘hey don’t forget you owe me’ called down an alley now and then when I saw her, and then there was this past week, in which I’ve been trying to suggest other ways the little firecracker can work off her debt rather than paying it, but the stubborn lass just won’t go for it.” He shrugged. “What’s a mob man to do? I can’t go all soft just for her pretty face- I’ll lose my boys’ respect and have to look over my shoulder even more than I already do.”
  Allison huffed. “You could have given me more time to begin with, or been a gentleman and just let an entertaining fight be worth the money. After all, your guy was nearly three times my size, all wolfed out and everything- how could a girl who looks 13 stand a chance against that?” she snapped. “And all you alternate methods of me paying you back involve me sleeping with you, you pig!”
   Vexan growled softly, pinning back his ears and flicking his tails in agitation.
  Allison sighed. “Sorry, Vex….. but you know how mad I get about the creep.” She glanced pointedly at Christoph, then shook her head.
  Christoph chuckled. “You name me a villain because I’m willing to trade a bout of sex for a $680 debt and call it even- But even the banks wouldn’t be that kind, love. If you failed to pay them, they’d have a warrant out for your arrest and they’d sell everything you owned to make their money back. There’d be no ‘quick way out’ offer with them.” He noted, glancing at a bank as they walked past.
  Allison rolled her eyes. “I’d rather take my chances with the bank.” She snapped under her breath. “At least them I could run from….”