One Last Drink Before Going Home

[Preyt Jhess]

The Toasted Twi'lek cantina
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It had been too long since the last time Preyt got time to visit the Toasted Twi'lek because of the Hutt-Republic war and all that, it was probably one of his most favorite places to get drunk, but at the moment, he had little time about thinking about fun, the Hutts had just lost Alderaan, and while the Trandoshan had a lot of fun blowing crap up, killing senators and basically making a name of himself in the galaxy by breaking havoc in the Republic so hard they put a bounty on him, but losing really stung, not only that, but the fact that the Sith Empire also turned on them and gave the Republic the win because one of the slimy Hutts that were in charge got a little bit too greedy. Preyt was certain this was only the beginning of something far larger, if the Empire had the balls to join the war, it was because they were certain they would gain something from it, and the Trandoshan was almost sure it was going to be Hutt territory.

So, there he was, sitting on the bar and enjoying his drink slowly instead of finishing it in seconds like he used to, talking to his best friend and mate, Darren Reed (@Nor'baal) "Sssoo...what are we gonna do, man? It isss clear that the Empire isss gonna go for usss Huttsss now, and sssince we have a bounty on our headsss, I doubt they won't try and track usss down" He said, letting out a smile "I mean, they can try, they would certainly fail, but it would be a pain in the asss to have to kill a sssithie boy or sssome bounty hunter wannabe every damn time I go to the grocery ssstore or something" He added, looking as is drink for a moment before thinking for a few seconds "Ssso, I think we ssshould maybe find a good place to hide for a while once ssshit ssstart hitting the fan, let the Hutt Cartel rot, I don't like our current leadersss anyway, every sssingle one of them have led usss to thisss ssshitty moment, except the Wook, of course, the poor furball did his bessst but even he can't deal with ssso many incompetence on hisss own. I mean, they didn't even bother to sssend enough KRIFFING men to defend Alderaan besssidesss usss!" Preyt declared, smashing his fist against the table in rage and scaring the barman, who was listening to their conversation "Ssso, what do you think? Pleassse tell me you have got one of thossse crazy and hilarious plansss I love ssso much"

 

[Darren Romulus Reed]

"What's your name darling?" Darren Reed drawled as he finished the overly fancy 'D' at the beginning of his autograph "T'ik!" she squeeked, high pitched and almost as if blurted. Pausing, Darren smiled as if thinking up some great prose "T'ik," he wrote the first word and continued as he spoke "Never stop dreaming," he looked her dead in the eyes, as he finshed and closed the book "Darren."

She almost fainted as he passed the book her way, for the bargain price of one-hundred and fifty credits.

"NEXT!" the rogues droid, polished to a sheen shouted over the modest queue.

"Not now, I need a drink." he replied, rising from his desk and walking over to where Preyyt was waiting.

"I love you Darren!"

"TAKE ME WITH YOU MR. REED"

He paid his adoring fans no heed, pausing only to turn to the wave of holocameras, and offer his trademark smile and wink, before walking through the small doorway - so low he had to duck - and into the bar proper. Ever since its launch Magnificent Me had been a lacklustre sell, but thanks to the stunt he and Preyyt had pulled over Alderaan - well, choc ices all around.

"Sssoo...what are we gonna do, man?" his Lizard compatriot began, as Darren swept up a Fan'athran Footlejuice, stuck in a cocktail umbrella and took his seat at the table as the Trandoshan continued outlining their plight, and naturally expressing a desire to get as far away from the problem as possible. As he came to the end of his introduction, Darren had finally sat down, and ran a comb through his hair, before pulling out a stim and offering one to Preyyt.

"Don't worry about it buddy," he lit his stim "I've got it all worked out." Darren could practically hear the increase in heart(s) rate from the Lizard, after all, most of their 'cunning plans' started with that exact same phrase. "We need to be sp overt that it's covert," he began, as though it was the most obvious plan in the Galaxy. "You know what I mean?"

 

[Ved Lyuban]

If Ved could avoid visiting Nar Shaddaa, he would probably do that. Last time when he was here, the mercenary was almost shot by some angry Chistori who was pretending on the same job as Lyuban does. And despite all sympathizes Ved has toward reptile species, that guy was the reason why the mercenary wouldn't visit the evil twin of Coruscant without a strong reason. But he has one, thanks to a Rebel (at least he introduced himself as is) who wanted to make Preyt Jhess a dead person and mention, that the last time Jhess was seen on Nar Shaddaa. He doesn't care how exactly Ved will do it, hence Lyuban was considering it as a good opportunity to become a partner with Preyt instead. If he can reach an agreement with the lizard of course. And Ved will try to do it by any means since killing favorite specimen was against his personal views.

Once Ved landed, he decided to visit The Toasted Twi'lek cantina, the place where he got a job the last time he was on the "Smuggler's Moon". He even doesn't put on his armor, although he should do it for the sake of his own safety. Because who knows, maybe that mad Chistori was here again. That place was usually full of interesting persons, therefore it was a good place to start. And Lyuban went there. Upon entering into the cantina, the mercenary approached the bartender at first and asked if there any Trandoshan around. The Twi'lek pointed in the direction of the table where Preyt and Darren were sitting. Ved has shown his one's gratitude to the bartender and gave him a few credits for the information, followed by approaching the Hutt Cartel' table.

"Mr. Jhess I think? Can we have a private talk? I have some news for you" Asked Lyuban once he approached the company' table.