[Hutt Mission] Somebody's Gotta Pay

[Bleed Me A River]

With a swig of his whiskey, Tyler stood at the meeting are, where he would meet the other agent of the Cartel he would be backing up. Starting out as the chemist for the Hutt didn't mean he wasn't a foot soldier when he was needed. He had no problem being one. He'd seen some action in his days before the cartel. He lights up a Markan herb cigarette and takes a long drag. As people pass, they can smell the herb as its ignited. One man offered some credits for the remaining amount Tyler had in his coat. Tyler refused to sell it to him, but allowed him a puff off his cigarette. The usual euphoric feeling came over Tyler as he stood there, going over the possible scenarios of intimidating this drug dealer. He contemplated taking his product, simply because this was his territory. He had recently been given clearance to sell for the Cartel in this area and in his neighborhood on Nar Shadaa. He sat down on a bench and finished it until it was a small nub. He dropped it and stepped onto it. He looked across the street at what he assumed was the dealer's home. In the time that he's been on this corner, he's seen numerous characters pop in and out of the same door. He was sure that more were coming in through the back as any drug dealer knows not to let all of his clientele bring attention to the front. Not seeing the dealer meant, he was stationed in there with his product, maybe a few friends for security. That mattered very little. Today, Tyler came loaded to the teeth with his usual DC-17 blaster pistol as well as four holdout pistols, each holding at least five shots. He wanted this drug dealer to try to retaliate.

 

[Allu'rah Danan]

"If you were a client, you would have gone in already. So why, pray tell, are you here then?" The phrase came out somewhere between a hiss and a purr, sighed more than spoken. "Mmm, it must be because someone's been a bad boy, not cutting the Hutts in where they feel it's due. I was told to meet their man here." A fang-baring grin was plastered over her crimson face as she chuckled to herself. The way her hips swayed above the waistline of black leather pants which clung to every curve of her long legs and perfect prat was akin to a serpent's body curling through water. The slender Togruta seemed to slither out from a crack in the street, suddenly materializing next to Tyler. She took a deep breath, sighing in barely-contained ecstasy. "And my my, what a partner they have paired me with. How do you do, handsome?"

Aside from her low-rise pants and cropped sage green tank top, the Togruta also wore a belt with a dagger strapped to the front of each hip and a pair of blasters behind. On her back, a pouch contained a small, sturdy plasteel case. In it were the real tools of her trade: vials of venoms, drugs, and antidotes. The reservoirs in her daggers had already been filled with frinka venom to paralyze anyone who felt their bite.

"My name is Chitsah," she said, bending a strong, slender arm to shake the handsome stranger's hand. "What might I call you, sweet thing?"

 

[Bleed Me A River]

Having been sitting in silence, he is awoken from a minor trance by a Togruta woman. A very. Very, attractive Togruta woman. "Well, hello to yourself, sweetheart." he said with a toothy grin, and places his hand in hers. "You can call me Tyler." he says, then puts his lips to her middle knuckle. "Yeah, I'm the guy. Big man in charge wants us to make sure that if this guy's g'nna sell 'round here someone gets 'is cut in on the profit. Do you know if the Cartel's sending someone else to go in there with me? I'm kinda ready to get this over with." he said, stretching a bit, then deciding now was the time to sip some whiskey. "Ahh.." he says, after a healthy sip of some of the galaxy's smoothest whiskey. "Want a sip?" he asked, handing the woman his flask.

 

[Allu'rah Danan]

Chitsah nodded her thanks as she took the flask and knocked back a splash of whiskey. "Mm, that's nice. You'll have to tell me where you're getting that from so I can get a bottle for myself." She passed it back, and looked over to the building. "If they've sent anyone else, they haven't told me. Looks like it'll be just you and I." Her lips curled into a smirk. "But I don't think we'll have any problems, will we?" she said, punctuating her breathy remark with a wink.

"I've been here for an hour or so, watching them come and go. I was thinking we could go in there under the pretext of hosting a large party and wanting a large quantity of product. We get his stooges to help us bring down some stuff and tell buddy his money is in our vehicle, that we'll be right back up with it. We deal with his people once we have them outside, and then we go back in, clear out the rest, and shut him down. We take his product, take his money, take it all for the cartel, minus a little for ourselves. Quick and easy, and it keeps the two of us from having to face everyone all at once. But, if you have a better plan, I'd like to hear it." A sly grin split Chitsah's face. "I'm also open to suggestions about having a party later. We could grab some drinks, have a little fun, cut loose to celebrate a job well done."

 

[Bleed Me A River]

Adam liked the way this girl was thinking. "I like your idea, honestly. I tend to do things the hard way, then after I'm done, I'm scrubbing blood out of my clothes. I feel like your way will be much easier." He said, tipping up his whiskey one last time before standing up. He wobbled a little, though he caught himself before anyone could notice and shrugged it off with his casual toothy grin. He looked at the girl, then down to the side of his body the held a concealed blaster pistol and back to the front door, where he watch a Trandoshan stumble out of the apartments. He was one of the lackey's for the dealer, Adam had seen him earlier. He was a runner, by the looks of things. He was one of those guys that was devastatingly simple minded and short to burst. Adam had dealt with these guys numerous times in the past. "There's one of his runners. Look, he's higher than Nar Shadaa is to us right now. He won't be back for a bit. Let's get started." he said, standing up. "How do you wanna go about this?" He asked again before lighting a tobacco cigarette.

 

[Allu'rah Danan]

Chitsah started leading the way towards the door. "Let me do most of the talking. Women showing lots of skin tend to be able to get away with a bit more," she said, winking over her shoulder at Tyler. "I have poisoned daggers. Completely non-lethal, but it is a paralyzing agent. We can use that to freak this guy out, make him think the paralysis will reach his lungs and that he'll asphyxiate unless he cooperates with us for an antidote." She stopped in front of the door and smiled a toothy grin. "Scaring people is great for getting them to do what you want." She opened the door, heading inside.

"Just trust me, and follow my lead."

 

[Insoulent]

Cavish Lorre was once a powerful Vultan crime boss on Coruscant, before those damned Imperials screwed it all up. He ran one of the bigger spice operations in one of the various ghettos found throughout the city-planet, which had it's own special atmosphere of criminal activity largely different than the Cartel's. Cavish might of been a criminal, but he was a blue-blooded Coruscanti, and very much loved his homeplanet and had a strong dislike of the Empire. The Hutts themselves? He didn't have a problem with them, personally, he simply hated that Nar Shaddaa was the best they could do. A slum, all around, and even it's best districts paled in comparison to Coruscant's business sector, where Cavish enjoyed his own slice of heaven. On Coruscant, he lived in a lavish suite with a large group ten times the size of his current "gang", the remnants of his criminal group. It was there that he partied with politicians, and even had connections to other criminal groups around the Galaxy.

But now? He shared a building with twelve or so men, all in one disgusting and old storefront. He had managed to bring some of his riches, and his best men shortly before the destruction of Coruscant and used the last of it to supply his men, pay for the building, and the merchandise. He was even foolish enough to have stood his ground and fought, while many of his other criminal allies long-fled the invading Empire. Coruscant was all he knew, all he ever wanted to know, and it was all gone now. Now he tried to recover the life he once knew, doing the only thing he knew how to do: move bricks. He was intelligent, cunning, and very observant. He learned to mingle with the best liars in the Galaxy, politicians, after all. He knew a thing or two about intimidation, also. With all that said, he got to his old position for a reason -- he wasn't some low-life, he was a rather powerful man in a shitty predicament. He had risen to the top before, and he would do so again, even if it meant confronting the Cartel. Could he have asked for permission? Sure, but Cavish wasn't the kind of man to beg for something, and if the Cartel showed up, he'd probably reconsider, but until then, he'd continue business as usual. As usual as it could be, at leas. The clientele in the slums were much smaller-time than he'd hoped for, most of them fiends with barely enough brain power to understand the sizing and prices. That being said, he had an overabundance of spice, and not enough buyers. A few in his group had turned into delivery boys, going in and out and traveling even outside of this sector to deliver the spice.

He sat at his desk just a floor above the ground level, where his personal office was located, with his personal guards -- a Wookiee named Kuubacca (often called KB), and a Nagai and his second-in-command, Truth. These two were his best fighters, and his most trusted and loyal of the gang. They kept them in line, and made sure Cavish himself kept from losing his mind. In actuality, the three were orphans who grew up together, and were more akin to brothers than just employer-employees. Cavish had the mind, and will to have them all risen to great heights, and they believed in him, which is why they stuck with him, even during the Battle of Coruscant. They had lost plenty of brave men that day, even having to leave twenty other men behind, because they couldn't fit them in their ship. It had shaken them up very much. Cavish was looking over his sales, as one of his workers -- a Weequay came from the first floor. "Boss, we got new comers. Newbies from the look of it, they're strapped." he mentioned, as the Wookiee and Nagai turned to look at the boss. It was rare for someone to come to a drug deal with weapons, or be foolish enough to flash them so openly. The Vultan ex-crime boss simply sighed and nodded to signal the Weequay to leave. "We should go see what they want then, hm?" the Vultan said, revealing his Coruscanti accent, as the two others simply got up to follow the man downstairs.

As he arrived downstairs, four of his men were stationed: the Weequay previously mentioned, a Herglic, a (druged-out) human, and a gamorrean who protected the door. With the exception of Truth and the gamorrean, every one of them had a blaster of some sort, whether a rifle or pistol. Truth held a collection of his native species tehk'la blades around his body, while gamorrean held the iconic ax of his species, an arg'garok. Every one of the members was against the wall facing every direction, while the Wookiee and the Nagai waited back near the stairs that led to the stairs. "What do I owe this lovely visit to, hm? You know, weapons often get you in trouble in scenarios like this, but I'll let it go considering I've never seen you before. What exactly do you need, guys?" he spoke calmly, staring them down, calculating their every move.

 

[Allu'rah Danan]

Chitsah put on her most charming smile as the Vultan greeted them. "My apologies, sir," she said, making every attempt to sound pleasant. "It's just a rough neighborhood these days. They're more for show than for use, just to make lesser thugs leave a girl in peace. Most people think that if she's got headtails and she's unarmed, she's fair game." She shrugged her slender shoulders and shifted her weight from one hip to the other.

"But, we're here because we need spice. There's a big swoop race coming up in a couple of days, and our employer wants us well supplied for the occasion. He's expecting a big after-party. He wanted us get ten kilos of ryll at the very least, and also a bit of whatever you got that's a little more potent and exotic." She hooked her thumbs into her belt loops, shifting her weight again and rocking her hips as she did so. "I don't suppose we'd be able to possibly negotiate a deal for such a large sale, could we sweetheart?"

The Wookiee, Gamorrean, and Herglic all had the potential to be problematic due to strength and size. The Gamorrean would have to be incapacitated quickly and with deadly precision; they tended to be too tough to take down with drugs. The Herglic was another story. Having evolved from aquatic mammals, these creatures likely metabolized toxins quickly because a higher than average portion of their mass would be water. That said, even if a drug was mobilized quickly, it would probably take a large dose to take a Herglic down. The best thing they could do against these two would be to use their mass against them. Get them in a narrow space where they wouldn't be able to to maneuver, and use superior speed and agility to bring them down. The Wookiee though? Wookiees were tall, strong, tough, but the advantage it had over the Gamorrean and Herglic was that Wookiees weren't terribly broad. If the Wookiee got his hands on either of them, he'd tear them in half. The first strike would have to be against him, and it would have to be enough. Maybe they'd be able to take him out at range if they were lucky. Chitsah sized and weighed every one of them, tracking their movements even when she was not looking at them. That was the gift of the Togruta. Her hollow montrals allowed her to keep tabs on her enemies while her eyes were on the prize.

 

[Bleed Me A River]

Adam followed the Togrutan to the apartment, to be met by a Weequay. They exchanged looks easily identifiable with drug dealers. He then ran upstairs, shortly coming back down telling them to follow. Adam's pistol and his chopped down CR-24 Flame Rifle were tucked away, concealed under his clothing. He unzipped his jacket to about halfway down so he had easier access to the Flame Rifle. He stood across from the Wookiee, keeping tabs on him exclusively, assuming Chitsah was keeping tabs on the rest. He stood quietly as Chitsah did her thing.

 

[Insoulent]

Cavish listened as the woman began her explanation for being there. Sound, for the most part. "Quite an order. I can fill it your prescription. I have some stronger stuff, but it'll cost you. For the ten kilos of ryll...I'll do it for you for 100,000." the man said, as he turned his head to the Nagai who was walking towards him, whispering something in his ear. The Vultan simply smiled and let out a single chuckle, as he nodded to his confidant. The Nagai turned to the togorian woman, before he returned to his spot. Truth, was an avid swoop fan, he was even a racer back in their youth, it was how they got connections to various other criminal groups in their beginning. But see, if there was any "big swoop race", he'd definitely know about it. And Nar Shaddaa's circuit's next opening wasn't for another two months.

The Wookiee released a low growl, as the rest of the guards suddenly tightened the grip of their weapons. "Chill, KB. Boys relax." the Nagai said, as he placed his hand out. KB was usually the "alpha" guard, and it was only natural for the rest of his pack to follow suit. The guards followed the Nagai's instructions but kept their hands on all their weapons, alerted now. The Voltan simply smiled, "Apologies, my Wookiee friend here doesn't like people staring at him, especially males. He thinks you fancy him or something, and he simply doesn't roll that way." the Vultan explained, as he turned his gaze from the togorian woman and towards the male. "That means stop looking at him, kid." the Vultan said. "I'm assuming you have the credits, since the nice looking woman here is doing the talking, you have to have some use, because you're not the best muscle for her, no offence." the Vultan continued. "After I see the creds, we'll get your supply."

It was odd though, orders this large were usually called in ahead of time, to give the dealer and the buyer time to arrange a drop, hell he wondered how they'd even walk out with 10 kilos or more of illegal drugs in a nasty neighborhood like this. That, coupled with the information he got from Truth, well, the signs weren't looking very good for these two unless they would of actually showed up with some credits. Beyond that door, wasn't his problem, if they got mugged or if they intended to fry their brains out on spice or whatever. He didn't care much, really. But he wasn't as stupid as to kill a potential buyer if they had the flow of credits.

 

[Bleed Me A River]

Adam looked at the drug dealer then back at the Wookiee and chuckled. "Kid," is all he said, reiterating what the drug dealer had called him. After pulling out a datapad that was linked to his bank account and made set up the faux transaction. He walked up to the dealer and gave him the datapad and said, "Name, here, account info here, and the money's yours," he said and stepped back, crossing his arms, shooting another look at the Wookiee, then to Chitsah.

 

[Allu'rah Danan]

Chitsah nodded. "Thank you," she said to Tyler as he set up a transaction. She had noticed the subtle shift in the atmosphere. The room was suddenly tense, charged. The Wookiee was on edge, and the chuckle from the whispers passed between the Nagai and the Vultan. It seemed that most of the other muscle had noticed too. The Gamorrean kept looking at her and stroking the blade of his ax with his thumb. Perhaps she was just reading too much into his porcine features, but the hunger she saw in his eyes was the reason girls like her needed to be armed. Ugh. Gamorreans. Disgusting.

She looked to the Vultan expectantly. "Well? Get your boys here to fetch the goods. I have a speeder parked round back and down the alley. I'm not very well going to carry all this there myself." She placed her hands on her hips and tapped her heel. While she tried to maintain a look of casual impatience, she was coiled and tense like a serpent preparing to bite. She remained conscious of the hired goons, and of her own stance. She didn't want to tip them off. She needed to stay calm and collected.

 

[Insoulent]

The Vultan simply grabbed the datapad and half grinned in almost disbelief. With bend his left hand up, and rubbed his index finger and thumb together. It was a weird gesture, but one he did often while thinking. Calculating. He let out a chuckle, and held the datapad out to his side, as the Nagai suddenly threw a knife at it, cutting through the electronics. "This is a drug deal, not a retail store. I need the credits in hand, not a bank account." he mentioned. Of course he needed cash, even on a planet like Nar Shaddaa where banks didn't care where it came from. But Cavish did, the Cartel would find him much easier if he had used a bank account and he'd of been taken down a long time ago. "Now, unless you got credits for me in that speeder or something else you want to offer, I suggest you should leave." he mentioned, as the gamorrean suddenly growled, and placed his hand on the door and slightly opening it. "Have a good day." he said, as his men lifted their weapons, signaling them to leave.

He was cautious of his move, he knew he'd probably have upset them, and under normal negotiations they'd of been unarmed and simply left, but given that they had weapons, he knew there was always a chance for retaliation, he just hoped it didn't have to come to that. Either way, they were outnumbered, and he was sure of his men, he just was cautious that none of them would die today, they were after all trying to make a living.

 

[Bleed Me A River]

Stifling his anger, Adam nodded, having thought of a cover up, he looked at him. "I understand. See, I was unsure of how you operated. I'm new here, moving from Zeltros to find some product you can't find there. Most reputable drug dealers there take direct bank transactions. I guess I was just use to the ease, and hospitability of those dealers. You'll see us momentarily. If you would be so kind as to go ahead and bag everything, I'll withdraw from my account on Zeltros. Won't be gone longer than an hour." he said, and turned to Chitsah, motioning for her to follow, looking at the wookiee and clicking his tongue in an overly cliche flirtatious manner. Any sentient worth its salt would find the humor and walking to the door. "Oh, and that's a 5k credit pad, you smashed. I'll take out for damages." he said then closed the door.

"Kriffin' prickfruit.." he said, as they walked outside. "Follow me," he said to Chitsah, absently grabbing her hand and pulling her slightly toward his bike. As they got there, he handed her his helmet. "We're going to the bank." he said in a sarcastically upbeat voice.

 

[Allu'rah Danan]

"Screw that. Trickery isn't working. I wasn't expecting a small-time dealer to be that smart or that well protected," Chitsah hissed. "Good thing I brought money for extra supplies. I know an arms dealer, establishment isn't too far from here." She took the helmet, and gave Tyler a bemused look before handing it back. "Sweet of you to offer, montrals and lekku make it a bit of a challenge to put on though."

She swung her long, slender leg over the bike and got comfortable behind her partner for the day. She coiled her arms around his chest, and gave him an address to plug into his global positioning device. Chitsah kept her face buried in Tyler's back to protect against the wind. That's all helmets were really good for, protecting against the wind. At these speeds, if there was a crash, the only thing to do was clean what was left of you off the street with a shovel and a pressure washer. On civilized worlds, what few remained these days, Chitsah supposed that a helmet might also sometimes keep enough of a face and head intact for identification by loved ones, if it was a really good helmet, and you had people to miss you.


"Reek!"

The Togruta walked into a shabby building like every other shabby building. The only difference was this one had guns. Lots of guns. A mangey Bothan appeared from the stock room. "Ah, Chitsah. Good to see you again."

The woman gave him him a hug, even though he stank and quite probably had fleas. "Reek, I need some help, quickly now. Half a dozen teargas grenades and a launcher, two breath masks and two sets of goggles."

 

[Bleed Me A River]

As Chitsah did her thing with the fellow she called 'Reek', Adam looked over the weapons lining his wall. He looked at the weapons that could be used for his clandestine lifestyle. "I'll trade you a CR-24 Flame Rifle for the MP-350 Pulse SMG, you've got over there." He says, catching the attention of the other Bothan accompanying them for a moment.

"Hmm.. Haven't seen a Flame Rifle in awhile. What kind of condition is it in?" the Bothan assistant asked.

"I've only used it three times." Adam replied.

"The SMG you want to trade it for is a little cheaper than your Flame Rifle. Can I throw something else in as well to compensate?"

"Do you have a Puma P31? I've been searching for a PBR for ages and they're nowhere to be found."

"Particle Beam Rifle... Ya know, I think we do have one left. It's one of my favorites. Trade it to you, for the Flame Rifle, and I'll throw in the SMG." the Bothan said, with a grin, extending his hand. Adam nodded, shook his hand, then took his jacket off, revealing a tight fitting black shirt, to the side of which has his Flame Rifle slung comfortably under his arm. He unslung the rifle and handed it to him, receiving his SMG, slinging that under his arm. The SMG proved to be a much better choice. After putting his jacket back on, he takes the Puma P31 and slings it to his back, with a grin on his face.

 

[Insoulent]

"You know... I don't like them." the boss stated blandly as he looked as the door closed. He inhaled a bit, as he turned to his gamorrean guard. "Don't let them back in unless they have the creds, and call in all the couriers I'm going to need all hands on this. If they want to try anything stupid then let them, damned kid thought I couldn't see a damned rifle under his tight ass jacket. Damned kid takes me for an idiot, you know?! We can get pretty frackin' ignorant too. I don't want them in here until all those credits show up." the Vultan said calmly as he turned to his two most trusted men. "Go get the merchandise ready for these idiots..."[/b] he said gritting his teeth.

He was getting vexed, and it was shown. Another thing he was known for was his temper. And oh boy, hopefully these two wouldn't have to see that side, the last thing he'd want to have on his list of problems would be two Cartel corpses on his hands. Then again, he didn't know that.

 

[Allu'rah Danan]

Chitsah produced a credit chit from the pouch on the back of her belt. "This should square us," she said, passing it to the mangy Bothan to complete the transaction. "I'll see you again real soon, Reek. Take care you old dog." She winked and blew him a kiss as she headed out the door and strapped down the new gear on Tyler's speeder bike so that nothing would be dropped in transit.

"We'll probably want to fire a couple canisters of tear gas through the front windows, circle round back, and get the windows there as well. We'll want to hit the ground floor and top before we go in. I'll do it quick, one two ground and top out front, around the back, and another one two. That'll use four canisters, meaning we can each carry one in for any extra punch that we need," she said, explaining her plan of attack to her partner before they started back. "Obviously, we'll need the goggles and the masks to protect our eyes, noses, and mouths. This stuff is a very potent irritant. It causes painful stinging, itching, and most especially, burning. Direct exposure to it while it's highly concentrated can also inflame skin, so after we clean this lot up, it would be a good idea to strip down, get a long hot shower, and run contaminated clothing through the wash on its own a couple times." The Togruta smirked at her handsome companion, a predatory gleam in her eyes.

"So, should we go smoke these nasty little bugs out of their hole?"

 

[Bleed Me A River]

Adam finished his transaction with a cordial handshake and head nod to the two Bothans and left with Chitsah. Tucking his newer, smaller weapon under his jacket, which seemed to sit flush underneath, he mounted his speeder bike and drove back. stopping a few blocks away, in an alley, from the target so they could have some time to talk tactics without being spotted by any of this dealers henchmen. As Chitsah explained the plan, Adam nodded and said, "I'll take the rear entrance. There's a network of alleyways leading to all living quarters within this district. I could stay parked here and move through these alleys with a much less chance of being spotted by any spotters he may have. The guy's obviously paranoid, so I don't put it past him to have a few. This way, we'd have the jump on them." he said, showing his knowledge of this area, as it has been his area of operation for several months. He grinned a toothy grin and fit the mask over his face briefly to fit it to his specifications. "Damn right I am. That nerf herder broke my bank pad," he said referring to the individual that threw a knife into it.

 

[Insoulent]

"Just take a seat, relax." he said as he stood up from his chair, calling the Nagai to sit in his previous seat. The Wookiee was one floor above them in the "spice room", the room where all the spice was kept. "They can take their time. What the Hell are two punks like that going to do? Here, smoke this." he said pulling the finely rolled bliss-weed cigar to his Nagai companion. It was something the three friends often did to pass the time in such a sleazy planet like Nar Shaddaa. They were used to high-end clubs and exclusive parties, and now they had to once again drop to the bottom flea to regain their once-grand status. Cavish had promised the ones who stayed with them that they'd make a fortune, and buy some land out on Naboo and corner the market there when their funds were right. And soon? Well, that's how long it would take him to reach this goal.

Nar Shaddaa, it wasn't the greatest place to start a drug empire, not unless you were the Cartel. And see, they simply loved to tax the Hell out of the damned product. Luckily, his contacts for the spice trade reached outside of the Cartel's influence. As such, he grew a pretty impressive fortune in a short amount of time. He was a master dealer, and he knew the trade well. He wasn't as stupid as to keep his fortune hidden in his home though, being stashed away off-planet, simply waiting for him and his men to grab it. See, unlike most bosses, Cavish respected his men and treated them as family, and he was the oldest brother looking out for them.

The Nagai took a seat, leaning back and grabbed the bliss-weed and simply inhaled. "If they're not here now, they will be soon. Now...KB might get mad if you don't leave him any..." he said with a chuckle as he walked back downstairs to check on his men. "Everything good out here? I think we're going to check inventory again, and we'll go celebrate. We're almost out of this Hutt arsehole of a planet. Then, we'll make our move into creating our own slice of paradise, just like in Coruscant. Believe that." he said, as the men simply grinned and nodded. True, it was time for a bit of celebration. Fine and wine some beautiful ladies would be more of a prize than anything to these men at this point. "If those two from earlier come back here, keep the door locked until you see the credits, get me?" he said, as the gamorrean simply nodded. "Good. Other than that, I'll double-check our earnings today and see how much we'll be able to blow." he finished with a grin, as he turned around. One last check and they'd be half-way to the nearest bar.