Private Dumpster Diving

[Mic Gallagher]

NAR SHADDAA
ZABRAK'S BAR
EVENING

TAG: Hard Jax

Finally some booze.

Mic had dropped off another shiny trinket to another shiny suit, got paid and was now making his way to the Zabrak's Bar where he could get some nice booze. Given, it was not a beach, but hey! Maybe he could land a next job. Then he can get his bum to a beach somewhere.

He walked into the tavern and made a beeline for the bar.
"Some Spicebrew, please Mate." he told the Zabrak behind the bar. Time for a well earned drink. Or three.

He plonked his bum down on a stool and caught the tankard of Spicebrew the Zabrak slid his way. After a few gulps, he beckoned him closer.
"What nice jobs do you have in the circuit currently, Mate?" he asked him.
"What you looking for?" the Zabrak asked.
"Mostly trinket retrievals."
The Zabrak shook his horned head. "I only have a bunch of bounty jobs and one smuggling job."
Mic cringed. He wasn't one for running after bounties. He was better at fighting or running from snot monsters while getting hold of some trinket. He needed some creds, though.

Bugger.

"You know anyone that can set me up better?" he asked.
The Zabrak pointed in the direction over Mic's shoulder.
"That funny looking bloke over there. He gets around. I hear he's looking for some help. Not the bounty kind" he said.
Mic looked behind him. The Zabrak wasn't kidding when he said the oak was funny looking. Oh well, it was worth a shot.

He got up and wandered over to where the guy was sitting.
"G'day, Mate." Mic greeted, flashing a boyish grin. "I understand you're in need of some kind of assistance?" He really hoped the job was worth it. He wanted to buy a crate of booze and move his bum to a beach for a few days.

 

[Hard Jax]

TAG: Mic Gallagher

After a long day of chasing dead ends, Jax traveled to Zabrak's bar yet again, in hopes of finding new intel on the elusive company (rumored to exist on the edge of nowhere), BioFrame.

Upon Mic's approach, Jax had a feeling that Mic would not be able to provide him with any information to further his search for BioFrame. That however does not mean that Mic does not know someone who might.

"Howzit boet?! My name is Jax, the hardest and tittest oak you'll ever meet!" Jax extends a hand for Mic to shake. "Word on this rock is that you know how to gooi it at a jol?"

Jax throws a smile to Mic and nods his head in a manner to infer that Mic take a seat. Jax at this point is slightly dismissive of the question as he believes that IF Mic knows anything, he would talk easier if he was intoxicated. "How about a dop before we get to business?"

 

[Mic Gallagher]

TAG: Hard Jax

He really was an odd bloke.

But then again, Mic specialised in odd all the time. Normal people didn't go odd trinket hunting for some suit of another, get chased by snot monsters and zombies, just to get some creds to buy booze, get his bum on a beach somewhere and enjoy said booze.

So when this mate invited him for a drink in his odd way, Mic didn't think twice. Yes, it because booze was involved. Yes, Ashryn Shiari will take the mickey out of him for getting bribed by booze. No, he didn't care. She was cute when she was frowning at him for being dumb.

"Don't mind if I do, Mate." he said, sitting down and waving over a serving droid. "Bottle of Spotchka." he told it before turning back to the strange bloke. "Name's Mic. What do they call you?" he asked, holding out his hand.

When the Spotchka arrived, he poured both of them a mug and slid one over to Jax before leaning back in his chair.
"So, Mate....what brings you to this chit hole?" he asked, taking a gulp of the electric blue drink. He had to hand it to the Zabrak....this brew was good.

 

[Hard Jax]

TAG: Mic Gallagher

"Fok my, dit was amper TE maklik" Jax whispered under his breath. While engaging in conversation, Jax is observing Mic, the way he carries himself, the way he seems to only give his attention to Jax, the way he speaks, his hand movements (note to self = uses hands to express dialogue). To the ordinary person, all of these little details may seem insignificant, but to Jax they tell a story. Is the person dangerous, is the person who he says he is, is the person someone to fear, respect, admire or ignore. In this case, Jax deduced that Mic might be of use, plus Jax was getting lonely.

After shaking hands with Mic and receiving their drinks, Jax takes a massive swig and the he simulates a cringe face. Mic must clearly already be a bit intoxicated as Jax has already introduced himself. None the less "The name is Jax boet"

Jax reaches into his jacket, pulling out a pack of cheap cigarettes. "Jiss boet, where do I start?" Jax opens the pack. "Too much jolling can get you into a lot of kak" Jax pulls out a cigarette. "And sometimes you must just" He places the cigarette in his mouth. "you mos know?" Jax lifts his hand, a faint mechanical sound is heard and his index finger opens at the tip, lighting a small fire. As Jax lights the cigarette in his mouth he almost whispers "Dissapear" He takes a deep puff and blows a perfect circle of smoke. Jax created a somewhat intense and mysterious atmosphere.

Jax offers Mic a cigarette. And in a complete 180 "But jissis boet, almost everyone comes here to relax after a bit of an altercation with any kak form of law" Jax almost yells as he completely changed the atmosphere yet again.

"you need kroon and I have, moer baie, to be more accurate." Still observing Mic "How much do you want?" Jax bluntly stated.

 

[Mic Gallagher]

TAG: Hard Jax

This bloke really was strange.

Funnily enough, Mic liked strange people. They were never boring and they were always ready for a drink somewhere. He never had to beg a strange bloke to have some booze on a beach somewhere and just bum for a bit.

But it was a strange job offer Jax was making.....Mic had his set prices for his services to shiny suits, but this guy was very clearly not a shiny suit. Mic very rarely was given the opportunity to call his price with less than shiny folk.

Huh.

He didn't complain, however. This guy was buying the booze. So Mic listened as Jax spoke in his strange accent and sipped his Spotchka. When he had finished speaking, Mic leaned back in his chair, arm draped over the backrest.
"It all depends on what you need help with, Mate. The more I have to use my blaster and the longer I have to run around looking for something, then the creds go up." he said, taking the last swig of his blue drink.

Pouring some more into his mug and then looked back at Jax.
"So, Mate, how can Mic Gallagher help you?" he asked, leaning back again before taking another swig.