[HUTT] Racing is a Slug's Sport

[Just Falcon]

Bars look about the same on every planet. Depressed people, surly workers, cheap liquor and bad decorations. The only thing that set Tatooine's apart was the dust. Layers of the stuff covered just everything in the tiny cantina, from the chairs to the table to the mugs themselves. Lorena wiped some off the rim and took a sip, grumbling at the stale taste. She spun the glass around, and took another from the dusty side.

Actually tasted a lot better this way.

She finished her round and ordered another, passing time before her partner showed. A Hutt, if the rumors were right. She just hoped he'd be one of the young ones. Once they started lounging around for years on end, Hutts were pretty much useless on the job. Intimidation and credits only went so far when you needed to actually, you know. Move around.

Today's job probably wouldn't involve a lot of that, though. Finding evidence to disqualify a couple swoop pilots. Super easy. It'd been her experience that the lot of 'em were strung out on something or another noon to night. Still, on the incredible off-chance she was wrong . . . Lorena tapped the black-wrapped package next to her on the booth. Better safe than sorry.

Her third pint of the day came a moment later, dusty as the last two. She was minding that less and less as the afternoon went on.

 

[Nor'baal]

<''It's hardly a debt really is it? It is more of a 'negative influx of credit payments' that works in my favor?''> whimpered Nor'baal - wishing he had bought Gor'Togg with him today as he was backed further into the corner by the motley crew of hunters. His Brother would regret using his name on that payment chit it seemed.

Spying his contact at the other side of the room, he waved and shouted, calling him over, before showing the seal of his Kajadic. <''You see! Everything will be fine. So why don't you just sort of....shove of before my friend gets here?>''

 

[Just Falcon]

Lorena couldn't help but overhear Nor'baal's argument with the bartender. Any sort of annoyance at being summoned fizzled away as she headed over to the free seat on his right. She rolled her eyes. Hutt's without credits. Useless as a Wookie without rage-strength or humans without . . . that whole overwhelmingly mediocre thing they had going on.

Lorena levelled her perfected Eyebrow-Raise-of-Condescending-Scorn at her Hutt partner as she took her seat. She eyed the surrounding pirates and bounty hunters, sighed, and slid a two thousand credit chit across the bar. Could kill the lot of 'em. Maybe. Probably. Definitely. But it was early. She was starting to get drunk. And, quite frankly, she just was not in the mood. "His tabs on me. As for my inebriation, let's go with . . ." She blinked. "Strongest. Cheapest. First B then A."

The bartender handed her a smelly foaming mug of something. Burn on her lips and the fire in her throat pointed towards very, very strong alcohol. 'Least he knew how to listen.

"So." She took a long sip and turned to Nor'baal. "We're partners in thievery today, Hutt."

 

[Nor'baal]

Watching as his partner in crime approached, Nor'baal was most impressed with the way in which she appeared to handle herself. Personally, Nor'baal had no particular complaints with someone offering to pick up his tab, despite the fact that he could clearly afford it - anyone capable of researching people in the Cartel would know this. Waving away the disgruntled thugs, Nor'baal chuckled as they left <One thing you must always remember my friend, cheat, lie and steal - it is the Hutt way. These fools would never had gotten a penny from me!> he chuckled in Huttese.

Turning to his associate he spoke once more in basic ''Yes that is correct, lead on my friend!''

 

[Just Falcon]

"Mmm. Charming." Lorena listened to Nor'baal's motto as she followed him to a booth, doing her level best to hold back the mother of all eye rolls. "No wonder everyone loves you Hutts."

She settled into yet another dusty seat, sparing a second or two to contemplate ordering food. Probably not a good idea here, though. "So. Business." She took another sip of the bartenders mystery concoction. "Two of these dumbasses should be pretty easy to knock out of the race. Laise N'Gungo is a certifiable spicehead, everyone knows that. Just have to 'convince,'" Lorena timed the air quotes with her heels, kicking them up onto the booth's open space, "The right people to look into her actual drug tests. Shocker of shockers, she's been using fake pee for years."

A snap and some credits slapped on the table sent the bartender scurrying to bring her another round. Hopefully this one would be stronger than before. "Then there's the Aqualish dude; his name's ridiculous and I didn't bother remembering it. Guy's clean on paper, but I've heard a rumor or two he's having some . . . lets just call them 'clandestine relations' with a local crime-lord's second-favorite wife. Not illegal or immoral or any other sort of 'ill' per se, but I figure if the husband finds out . . . well. They don't call him the Knee-Capper for nothing."

The bartender brought around Lorena's next drink, a sugary mug of fruity something with far too many umbrellas. Tasted good, at least, but it really wasn't her style. She ordered another round for Nor'baal; maybe he'd like it better. "It's the last guy I had some problems with. The Gungan. Quite literally clean in every way shape and form, so if you've got an idea or two share at will."

 

[Nor'baal]

OOC: Sorry for the delay!

As he finished off his drink, one which he was pretty sure his companion would pay for, Nor'baal the Younger headed toward the vid screen at the back end of the room, on which could be seen the races of the day. He could see the name of their quarry up there, the Gungan, clean as a whistle apparently. Fortunately it was one of the Hutts pet interests this, Pod-Racing, somewhat of a penchant for the sport he had developed under the tutelage of his father who, even now, was returning to the Hutt home-worlds.

Turning to his companion, so as to hear what they said, he intoned deeply ''So, what would you suggest female?''

 

[Just Falcon]

OOC: Not a problem, think I did the same thing haha! April's busy for me too, so sorry in advance if I do it again.

Lorena chewed her lip. She came prepared, of course. "Well . . ." She drummed her fingers on the dust-rimmed glass and brought out a black package from the empty seat on her left. "First off, it's Lorena. Not female. Lo-re-na.Unless you want me to start calling you, I dunno . . . worm girl-guy thing." She blinked. That one got away from her. "Can't really tell you Hutts apart, to be honest. So back to the Gungan; well . . ." She placed the package on the table and flipped open the wrapping, revealing a set of tiny, pin-prick small syringes. Each clearly labeled, and loaded with enough stimulants and adrenals to disqualify a horde of synchronized Selkath swimmers. One prick turned you into a raging, competitive beast that even the most corrupt judge would be forced to disqualify. "Cheating springs to mind. Just have to get close enough to put everything in place."