Downstairs amongst the small crowd of people there was a gathering around one particular table, where a pair of men lay with arms locked in combat. Faces grimaced and veins pulsated, as the larger of the two, a dark skinned human with red thinning hair and a body built like a barrel, forced down his opponents arm into the table.
"3 to 0! You owe me a drink!" Another victory for Joseph "Taps" Gray. Shaking his arm, he moved to stand up. "That's enough for now. I've got business to attend to." he spoke to the observers as he glanced at those descending the staircase. That was right, he had business with the Guild. Last night someone took a match to the Gilded Club and reduced the place to ash, and someone was to blame. A pity, he liked that place too. More to the point, it was an excellent opportunity to get in good with the Guild's good graces and earn a pretty platinum or two. He had gotten correspondence from a man named Marcus, and that he should meet up with a group of initiates-to-be if he wanted in. The perps arriving from the upper floor fit the description, and so he donned his hat and headed there way and get their attention.
"Hey. You guys working for Revlin? I've business with you. Joe Gray. They call me Taps. I want to get in on the deal."