"Almost certainly a stupid idea to come here" was the first thought when he read that **** happens. No one would put that up as a rule. Or not as far as Calix knew.
What he did remember was this place being a top hot spot stop for meeting a jackass, or Reaver. "Both applies equally".
So, taking the risk of being shot, beaten and then getting his liver removed in the clinic, Calix entered, looked around, raised his eyebrows a couple of times, and, against all odds, didn't immediately make out his target. It's not space afterall.
Slightly annoyed he took out an ace of clubs, sat down at an empty table, three seats, and put down the card. He contemplated what to do next, waiting for his luck of a Reaver noticing.
