FLICKER
The money?

The boy glances around for a few seconds at the people jeering at him before sighing and digging into his pocket for the money.

BOY
(darkly)
You should learn not to pull crap like this. Other people aren't going to be so nice.

Flicker smiles coldly.

FLICKER
(condescendingly)
I can handle it.

She stands and begins striding away from the table. She is met with high fives and as she moves through the crowd, and her face splits in a grin.

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INT. UNDERGROUND FIGHTING RING EXIT

Flicker is about to exit.

WINNER
Hey.

She turns to face the mohawked girl.