A Million Credits

[Victor Tanner]

Victor chuckled, craning his neck to peer and catch a glimpse of the Hutts ship. Of course, it was too dark and too few windows, but he seemed to take the phrase "Parked out back" rather literally.
At least, that is how he hoped he looked. He spied a rear exit from the Cantina, tucked away next to a holoscreen of the latest Fastball match, a blinking red sign with white letters scrawling Exit hung over the top. He sniffed, scratching his scar absentmindedly once more.

"I'd not be adverse to that. Care to suggest anywhere? I'm not one for spending much time with boots on the ground. Only discreet place I know is my ship, and that's not exactly fit for a -" Victor seemed to gesture to Ruba as a whole, struggling to phrase it politely "- Hutt." The Spacer stood up, drawing his jacket around himself as he left it unbuttoned. The 4-C rested snugly under his arm, clipped in place across his body, as he turned and gestured towards the exit he had spied moments ago.

"We've got the front, nice and busy, or the back, nice and quiet. Your choice, you're the one with the price on your head." Victor took a step back, ready to fall in side by side with the Hutt.​

 

[Davik Lorso (TL8)]

Davik wouldn't be in the employ of Miwa the Hutt is he hadn't been nosy and curious, thus while some slicer who introduced himself as Charlie rambled off like he was trying to distract a rancor from its prey, Davik kept his focus on the Hutt and followed as much of the conversation as possible. "Name's Davik, Charlie." He said it somewhat absentmindedly, as if he wasn't especially interested in the ramblings of a slicers with big ambitions Davik didn't understand anyway. Truthfully, Davik being illiterate and only having spend so little time on the upper levels of Nar Shaddaa, he hadn't the faintest clue what a slicer was and things he didn't know usually scared him. "Davik Lorso."

Meanwhile the laughing and uncaring Hutt shared a story with Davik's earlier conversational partner and he could clearly make out the name of Lorda Colimma and eventually also that the boisterous Hutt was on bad terms with him. His interests piqued, Davik was suddenly a lot more interested in Charlie as well. "Say, Charlie-" he began, taking a sip from his spiced bantha milk, "You and Victor are close pals you said? Hacking the planet? Perhaps you two are interested in some work." Davik smiled, curious as he was to know more about Victor's conversation with the Hutt.

@Topher Ridge

 

[Spectre (Old)]

Shrug. That was exactly what Jack Lawson did when Charlie found him. They met each other not too long ago, and he finds himself with again already despite his best effort to try and avoid him, it wasn't good enough and that's probably Lawson's fault for sticking out like a hot red thumb in a establishment frequented by the usual Cartel scum. He guesses it can't be helped. He then remains where he was, he has sight of Charlie in the corner of his eye as he responds to his first question. "I wonder that myself too" he said deadpanly. As the bartender finished with Lawsons drink, Lawson puts credits on the table and then puts his purchase in hand. He then turns his head around it's really became apparent he had too much to drink and then he cringed inside as he continued to hear him. He didn't say anything else, then he heard this Davik Lorso person speak. Lorso didn't hear very well. He thought Charlie and Victor were pals when Charlie said him and Jack were bros, but he couldn't be bothered to correct that. Maybe it's all the background commotion in an establishment such as this. Lawson would keep silent for now, now Charlie is Lorso's conversational partner. Bottom's up.

@Topher Ridge