Oh my God, you have got to try this.

[ then there's a kid shoving what looks like some kind of bug-filled, well-spiced taco-thing in your face. he's black-haired, blue-eyed, slim and attractive and probably no older than eighteen. maybe nineteen if you're feeling generous.

he thumbs away some of the sauce still at the corner of his mouth, licking it off. ] Say what you want, but the food in this place is pretty schway.

[ that kid from earlier was tougher than he looks-- or maybe exactly as tough as suspected, depending on who you are. after being tossed into the ring for being too mouthy, he took down a guy twice his size, lithe and acrobatic and running his mouth the whole time.

now he's climbing back out of the ring, lip split and teeth bloodied but grinning, grimly satisfied. his knuckles are bruised and bloodied, too, and he jerks his chin up questioningly to someone nearby. ] Hey, you know where they keep the bandages?

gotham or neo gotham mean anything to anyone?
thanks!