Ari
"Bones is getting weighed and prepped for the fight. I'm going to go find the promoters and then him," Frankie said as he got up to leave the waiting room we had been assigned.
"I'll go with you."
He shook his head. "Stay. This place is a fucking viper's den. I'd feel better if you remain in the room."
I took in the worn-out furniture and faded posters on the walls in this small space. It was a stark contrast to the glitz and glamour of what a typical green room would be at a higher-class venue, but we really couldn't be choosy at this point.
Frankie regarded me, his expression stern. I knew that look; it was the one he got right before he unleashed a torrent of words. I didn't want to hear it.
I got up from my seat, my mind made up. "I'm not staying here."
"You are, and this is the last time we're doing low-rent dumps like this," Frankie declared, walking from one side of the room to the next. "I mean it, Ari."
