Lemmie See the Whiskey

[Freynk Porkins]

[member="Chloe Blake"]

Freynk had been doing fair business. People came to games bought their food and drinks and left happy more often than not, but he had another idea that may allow him to expand. Put BoloBall league sports bars in cities around the galaxy so people who didn't want to go to games could still spend money on them. It wasn't revolutionary, that was true, but it sure was better than letting people buy booze and not make money on it. So with this in mind he had asked to meet with the hard to keep track of owner of Whyren's Distillery. He had commed the offices a few times personally and finally was given a date to visit.

"I don't remember loving you." Freynk sang as he drove his rental speeder toward the meeting spot. "And I don't recall the things you say you put me through. You tell me that you"ve had a guilty conscience for so long. You say that you walked out on me you say you did me wrong. Well I just don't see how that could be truuuuuuuue, Cause I don't remember loving youuuuu."

 

[Malachi Blake]

[member="Freynk Porkins"]

It wouldn't be long before Mr. Porkins would come about the farm and distillery itself. Nothing but golden fields and scattered farmhouses here on outside of Coronet. A humble kind of people.

Greeting Mr Porkin's would be Mrs. Solo, who was out tending to the large herb and vegetable garden. Scattered Nuna's would cluck here and there, getting underfoot. She was a rosy cheeked portly woman, with a cheerful demeanor.

Old Corellian came to play in her greeting, but she changed it to basic soon enough. "Welcome to Whyren's." she beamed, "How may I help you?"

 

[Freynk Porkins]

[member="Malachi Blake"]

"Thank you much Miss." He said as he reached out a hand to give the woman hia customary greeting, "My name is Freynk and I wanted to talk to someone about a contract to supply some establishments for me. Is now a good time?"

He stood there plain as could be in his grey three piece suit, blue shirt and grey tie. His newsboy hat showing a little wear as it sat covering his brown hair. Flecks of white mingled in his sideburns as he felt a lot better n the simple surroundings. He sat down his brown breif case and offered a smile.

 

[Malachi Blake]

[member="Freynk Porkins"]

"Och, that so?" came her reply, but she was still beaming none the less.

"You want to be talkin' to the Captain," she said simply, encouraging him to follow her down beyond the house towards the distillery. "Right this way now." she told him, her hair in flyways about her face.

"I be Mrs. Solo."

 

[Freynk Porkins]

[member="Malachi Blake"]

"Thank ya Ms. Solo." Freynk said with a smile as he moved to follow her. His less than plain features warm with the air of a man who knew the value of simplicity and economy of words.

He picked up the brown briefcase and followed to the distillery hoping he could afford to set up some kind of agreement.

 

[Malachi Blake]

[member="Freynk Porkins"]

it wouldn't be long before Mrs. Solo brought Mr. Porkins to talk to the Captain. The man was out back, leaning against a worn fence, a straw sticking out from between his lips.

A hat would perch low, blocking his eyes from the sun's rays. He wore comfortable clothing, and the telltale blood stripe trousers of one that had earned his stripes. Button up blouse and a wide belt completed the ensemble, along with his trusty blaster at his side.

"Captain Blake, got one Mr. Porkins 'ere to see you." she told him, introducing the two. Mal would drop his foot from his perch upon the fence and turn towards the two.

An inclination of his head came his greeting, his extended hand followed suit. "Mr. Porkins."

"Howdy. What can I do for you?"

 

[Freynk Porkins]

[member="Malachi Blake"]

Freynk switched his brief case from his right hand to his left and clasped the man's hand firmly. He looked every bit the ranching type and appeared to be a man of the land as it were. Fryenk looked to the side at the golden fields with their heavy heads of grain dancing on the breeze and nodded toward them.

"I am here to ask to have the drink you make from these amazing fields sold in my establishments." he told the man. Freynk rarely played coy or had plots when he dealt with people. He was straightforward and it usually worked out for the best. He hoped it would again.

 

[Malachi Blake]

[member="Freynk Porkins"]

Well Malacai Blake would appreciate Freynk Porkins straightforwardness. Firm shake of the hand and a respectful glint would cross Mal's blue eyes.

"Well, reckon I can set something up to parch a tongue." he'd drawl out with a crooked grin. With a pat on the back, he'd encourage Mr. Porkins to follow.

"So, what establishment is this Mister Porkins?" he'd ask, leading him towards the back end of the warehouse where all the barrels were aging right and proper -- the scent of good ol' Corellian Oak filling the air along with that of spirits.

 

[Freynk Porkins]

[member="Malachi Blake"]

Freynk for once felt comfortable doing business. He walked along with the man and thought about we he wouldn't have given for a simpler life before now.

"Well there are two locations." he began, "Ord Mantell and Mandalore, but they both have a good amount of customers. I am opening sports bars at both places right now."

He breathed in as the smell of the oak and whiskey reached him. Freynk had a bit of a love for alcohol, a secret he tried hard to keep to himself. The scent reminded him of his untouchable crush and her pretty accented voice, but that was another story...

 

[Malachi Blake]

[member="Freynk Porkins"]

Mal would bring him round to his office, gesturing with a hand for the man to enter. Talk about a place lined with fine Corellian wood.

"Please have a seat," he'd say, while finding his own. "Two locations eh? Ord Mantell and Mandalore." he gave a nod.

"Then I am more than happy to fulfill that request" a thought came to mind "We can do whiskey, ales, meads... even wines."