Dammit.... He shouldn't have taken the bet. He had hoped the underdog would win the fight, but no such luck. Either he had a horrible sense of potential, or he just couldn't place bets for shit. And they could not have chosen something worse for him to do to fulfill this bet. Psychics, he hated them. He didn't know exactly why, but others told him it must be due to the fact that two superiority complexes cannot coexist long together. Whatever that means.... He hoped this would be swift and simple. Get in get out and be on with life. This should be as painless as possible. He trod carefully as he entered the shop. From the outside it seemed just as bad as the rest of town, but inside there was this.. Tingly aura everywhere. He couldn't quite place it but it gave him the creeps. These women, charging money for charms and ramblings over a sily glass ball. It was stupid in all honesty. Superstitious horseshit. "Hello? Anybody here?" He hoped no one would answer so he could go on his merry way and not have to deal with anyone at all.