Information Broker, I need your help.

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Jonathon Patches"]


The usually flirtatious burnt-chestnut-haired force user and bounty hunter was unusually somber. She couldn't shake the dream, no nightmare. Something bad happened to her estranged sister. In a way, the empath had been there. But the faces in the vision were blurry. She didn't...

Fingers gripped the travel-cup of caf that held a little extra kick of Corellian bourbon. She walked among the maze of vendors in the outside market. She paused at a bakery stand, the smell of pastries drifting to the tip of her nose.

The comm. call was into the one man she thought could help. If he would was another thing entirely. She really couldn't remember if she had ended-up turning in his sorry behind for a bounty. The details were a bit foggy.

 

[Jonathon Patches]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

Curiousity got the better of him. Curiousity always got the better of Patches, and when a former bounty hunter whom had spent her days hunting him put in the call for his assistance, it was curiousity that brought him here.

However, this time he would be certain to have the drop on here, and not the other way around. It was because of their last encounter, that Patches sat perched upon a roof, overlooking the market, long range scanner in hand as he surveyed the crowd, waiting. It didn't take long to spot the bountress - a nice change from her usual stalking ways - perusing the markets wares, and surprisingly blending in with the crowd.

Once satisfied that she was alone, he placed the long range scanner into his jacket pocket, and began making his way down the roof. Their last encounter had been... unorthodox, to say the least.

Hopefully this one would be just as fun, he mused to himself.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Jonathon Patches"]

Maybe he wouldn't show.

She wished she put more bourbon in the caf. She chose two chocolate-looking pastries from the vendor and waited for them to bag it up. At least it wouldn't be a lose-lose. Maybe this was all a mistake. Maybe he was still bitter about the...last time. She had shot him.

But it was just a little stun.

The Master Empath and bounty hunter was fairly confident she could take him in a fight, if it came down to that. But this Flynn Ryder-Wiggly Wormtail-Chuck Norris-whoever was clever. It would behoove her to be cautious.

She took another healthy sip of the bourban caf, hoping the drink would curb her sleep-deprived headache as she waited for the pastries. Myrtle-ellipses flitted anxiously around the area, looking for that familiar cocky-grin.

 

[Jonathon Patches]

Maybe the sky would be green today, or the laws of gravity would cease to exist. All of those scenarios were just as likely as Patches not showing; of course he was going to show!

After landing on his two feet, having just completed his descent from the roof down the buildings fire escape - his usual, preferred exit strategy from a building - Patches began weaving his way through the crowd. Rather than fight the flow of pedestrians, Patches moved through it seamlessly, expertly navigating it's traffic without disturbing it, like a leaf flowing down a river's current.

Maybe she was still bitter about the last time, he thought to himself as he continued to make his way, a few hundred yards out. She had, sort of fried her ship last time.

But it was just an EMP, he mused to himself.

The information broker was pretty confident he could take her in a fight, if it came down to that. Well... maybe he mused to himself. However, Miss Solo was feisty, and a bit unpredictable to say the least.

Deep blue eyes fixated on the target, as Patches settled into a line for what he assumed was pastries, some several people behind his target, [member="Kitt Solo"].

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Jonathon Patches"]

After paying for the pastries (yes, she usually was a good citizen, usually), she cracked open the bag and took a deep inhale of the chocolaty-goodness. And for the moment, the pastries took her complete attention. Maybe it was the lack of sleep. Maybe it was her own anxiousness but whatever it was, she ended-up walking for a collision path straight into the information broker's chest.

Head was bent down, too distracted to watch where she walked when there were pastries and tarts involved.

Her liquor-tinted coffee flew from her hand.

 

[Jonathon Patches]

Now Patches was no short man, standing a little over six feet in height; it was this height that allowed him to see the top of the bounty huntress' head approaching from the front of the line. This wouldn't be the first time patches admired the top of another's head - especially as one as fine as miss Solo's - so his concentration didn't waver during the incoming collision.

His hand reached out grab the bounty huntress' drink, though his fingers were not quite as deft as his reflexes, as the contents happened to spill down the front of the bounty huntresses attire. Patches could do nothing more than give a sheepish shrug, as he quipped, "fancy running into you here... Literally," he quipped with a grin.

His shirt would not be made a victim of so easily!

[member="Kitt Solo"]

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Jonathon Patches"]

"Son of a freakin' bantha," she growled after finishing off a gasp of surprise at the sudden...splash-zone. Eyes flitted-up to the face of her contact. "I knew I wore a black-shirt today for a reason." She stepped back, grateful that the pastry was still in one piece even after the brandy in her coffee wafted up to her nose from her shirt.

"I started to think you were having second thoughts about coming," even with her exhaustion and anxiety about the topic she wanted to share with this information broker, she managed a cocky-smirk. "I imagined you were still nursing your wounds since last time."

People continued to brush past the pair, elbowing by in the tight, busy space of the popular market.