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Deeko's Delicious Diner, Nar Shaddaa
2234 Local Time
Milo ducked into the restaurant, ignoring the "closed" sing hung up on the door, and waving away anyone that came to tell him they were not open for business. The employees here should recognize him as the man who had come in yesterday to reserve the establishment, seeking privacy away from the prying eyes of those at the Lusty Lekku that still harbored ill intentions. Deeko's Diner was not a new establishment, and it was not Milo's first time here, and he had found that it was a reliable restaurant amidst the chaos and crime of Nar Shaddaa. At least the chefs didn't spit in the food here.
His eyes fell upon Nor'baal's massive form in the corner of the room, 3 tables in front of him because 1 was too small to accommodate for the Hutt's shapely figure. There was some food scattered on them, but Milo took no interest in that. Instead, he stopped in front of the slug's table, looking at him for a moment, before his neutral expression turned to a smile of pride.
"Nor'baal Fanth, Chief Executive Officer of the Exchange," he declared in Huttese, not even sitting down yet. A waiter came to offer him a seat, but he merely nodded, eyes still set on the Hutt two meters or so in front of him. The two had known each other for years now, and the Crusader had been one of the chief spectators—and facilitators—of the slug's gradual rise to being someone.
His good disposition was not only caused by a friend achieving a dream. Caitlin Aislin, who had served as a thorn in his side for the past few months, was finally gone, having left the Exchange and headed off to Sith space. He would have normally not felt too good about the change, but it seemed her ship had gotten lost on its way to Korriban; the woman had been declared missing, presumed dead. It was good news for the Sith, who had been forced to fight back assassins for months now. Even today, he was dressed as Olin Tisbar, just on the off-chance that Cait's men were still doing the devil's work. It was unlikely, however.
Nor'baal was the new leader of the Exchange, and he had effectively called off all the assassins, lifting the imaginary bounty that had been placed on Milo's head. Today was their first meeting since the Hutt's official inauguration, and the Drast looked forward to ironing out some details regarding their business partnership, among other things. Comically enough, Nor'baal had managed to reach out and slap a bounty on another one of Milo's problems—Darth Victress. While not his problem, per se, the Crusader strongly disliked the woman, and having her removed by a swarm of bounty hunters would be beneficial to the Empire. Its upper ranks would finally be purged of the complacency the sorceress brought.
"It seems you are all stocked up when it comes to food, so I suppose we skip right to the drinks," he remarked, motioning to the table. He turned to the waiter, who had come to recognize him as one of the gentlemen that had come to reserve the restaurant for the day. Milo had provided the establishment with a good amount of drinks to ensure they would be drinking from his and Nor'baal's personal supply, mostly to avoid any foul play that could be involved. One had to take the necessary precautions nowadays.
"Bring me my 10 year bottle of Junta's Delight," the Drast instructed, referring to the finest whiskey he had in store. Today, they would be feasting like kings.
@Nor'baal