Krem makes a face, unsure what kind of man would throw a punch over a tiny piece of paper with their name on it, but he supposed he had thrown some for less when he and the chargers got too rowdy at the bar. He had almost socked Bull for real when he had stolen his phone that one time, but. The chief really had just been trying to help in his own way, even if it wasn't exactly Krem's usual code of conduct.

He stops at the entrance to the locker rooms, bag over his shoulder, and he turns to JW, nodding to him, "Sounds like the usual case of morons with too much money on their hands doing the stupidest shit most sane, normal people wouldn't even consider." He pushes open the door, deciding that he'd just give JW the wordless option to follow or not and enters, giving the other man a smile before disappearing behind the door.