Private Spice it Up

[Quint Salis]

LOCATION: Paradise City, Zeltros
WEARING: xxx
TAG: Stacy Nairne

"What do you mean you can't collect the shipment now," Quint could be heard yelling into his coms. Fortunately for him, the shop was near dead. Most of the planet had long gone to bed too high or drunk to care about an open tattoo parlor. Yes, the man artist had seen a decent amount of traffic for the day, but for now, Quint had the luxury of enjoying the usual lull which came before close. "You were supposed to have someone here an hour ago. I'm not supposed to be touching this stuff anymore remember? If I'm caught... again... I'm gonna go away for a good long while, so you had best get someone here to pick this up fast... otherwise I'm gonna dump the whole payload."​

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Would he? Sure he would. That would only invite a few gangsters, hit men, and bounty hunters, to collect whatever bounty the spice dealer would put on his head. Hutts were not known to let something like that go. Why had he agreed? Quint was supposed to be trying his hand at an honest life. He'd seen his fair shake of it. Joza Perl had caught him stealing once, but as it turned out, that was only because it was an honest job that put him on the other side of a Silver Jedi operation. This was something else entirely. Quint had actually agreed to taking the work.​

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He hung up the comm and tossed it across the room with a loud curse. The crash of the glass breaking on the mirror it hit covered over the expletive so that it was near inaudible. Quint sighed as he crashed down into the chair at the center of his station. Deft fingers reached onto the work station behind and grabbed the pack of cigarettes off the edge. It did not take long before the tobacco was lit and in his mouth. Taking a drag, Quint leaned his head back against the seat and sighed. Smoke came out his nose as he breathed out.​

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Dark eyes looked to the back room. All it would take was the wrong person to walk in and find the load of spice which was just sitting on the shelves. Granted it was Zeltros and most would not care. There would be those that would, namely whoever it was the Hutts had taken it from in the first place. Stolen spice... Quint sure knew how to get back into the game. If he was gonna kark up the good thing he had going he might as well dive in head first.​

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"Yup... I'm fraked..."​

 

[Stacy Nairne]

Wearing: xxx
Tag: Quint Salis

It wasn't that she has lost herself after Cord's passing, Stacy had never been one to lay down and die, but she definitely wasn't whole anymore. And Zeltros had a way of making her feel better; she felt a little less broken among the pink skin and pheromones. She was happy here, in this moment. So she had made herself at home, drinking, gambling, sleeping around. It was a perfect illusion. And it was that momentary happiness that led to her being in the right time at the right place. It was the sound of shattering glass that had gotten her attentions, bringing her to a standstill in front of a tattoo parlor. Stacy hesitated a moment before drug-induced inhibition had her entering the shop.

There was one person she could clearly see--a man sitting at a station. He hadn't seemed to notice her standing there or maybe he had and he just didn't care. So she waited and entertained herself by looking at the artwork on the walls, touching this, and clicking her nails against that. Stacy wasn't being subtle... at all; nah, that wasn't her style. "Yeah," she finally spoke, lips pulling into an amused smile. It was nice to see someone suffering instead of being the one suffering. Did that make her a bad person? Nah, it made human. "Judging by the way you're looking so anxiously at that room back there, I'd say you're pretty fraked."

Now bored with the artwork she turned to face him. Her expression was playful, eyes a little unfocused because of the pheromones, and drugs, and alcohol she had been abusing all night, but she was surprisingly in control of herself. Stacy pulled a seat toward where he was and sat herself opposite him. "So, what do you have back there? Dead Body? Underage girls? Drugs? Winning combination of all three? Tell me your worries, baby, maybe I can help."

 

[Quint Salis]

LOCATION: Paradise City, Zeltros
WEARING: xxx
TAG: Stacy Nairne

He did not hear the door when the woman entered. Quint was so preoccupied with the matter at hand that he had forgot the door was unlocked, and second had lost track of his surroundings. He simply could not get caught. After years of trying to maintain a clear reputation, and stay out of spice running, Quint had landed right back into it. Why? Credits. They were tight and honest work was hard to come by when the galaxy was trying to destroy itself, literally.​

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The voice startled him a little. He quickly stamped out the cigarette he had lit and got out of the chair.​

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"How much of that did you hear," he questioned before waving his hand. "Never mind... you here for anything in particular? I got time for a walk in or two today, depending on the job."​

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There was no way this was the person he was supposed to meet. By the looks of her she would rather use the spice he had in the back than help him unload it. Her questions told him that she had heard a lot more than what he had hoped. Even though he was trying to shift the subject, he would not be able to keep her off the path for long if she really wanted to know. Quint could only hope she was too high to stick to the topic of her curiosity.​

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Right. Tell her his worries. Yup. She heard it all.​

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"Well feth me..."​

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Not a customer, or maybe...​

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"Look I really don't want to go back to the mines okay... hard labor was enough for one life time. How about you forget you heard anything about me having things in the back which are not so legal... hmm? I'll give ya something on the house. What do ya say?"​

 

[Stacy Nairne]

Wearing: xxx
Tag: Quint Salis

As he spoke she just waited, leaning back in the seat with arms crossed and an amused look on her face. He could try to talk his way out of the situation, dance round the truth and try to convince himself that she knew nothing. But it didn't change the fact that she'd caught him between a rock and a hard place. It took a minute for him to accept the truth, but she was patient and willing to wait. It wasn't like she had anything better to do. "It's a tempting offer." Her tone was thoughtful, curious, as she tapped a finger against her lips, as though weighing her options. And for a moment she did. Soft green eyes peered around the room, at the artwork once again, but truth be told she wasn't the tattoo kind of girl. Sure, she liked them, loved them even, on others.

Stacy enjoyed tracing her fingertips over the delicate lines while deciphering their personal meanings but she'd never really felt the desire to get one herself. "I'm sympathetic to your plight, really I am." Really she wasn't. Stacy had not done a single day of hard labour in her entire life. She pillaged an plundered; stole from the rich and the poor. That was how she got by and that chit was easy if a person was good at it. "But ya see, there is a teeny, tiny little problem with your offer. How am I meant to know you're offering me a fair deal, if I don't know what you're hiding back there?" He was a business man, he would understand. Everything had a value, and not everything was worth the same.

And it was simple. She didn't want to trade credits or the spice that he was hiding, (they were on Zeltros after all, it was pretty obvious), for a tattoo she'd probably end up regretting. Unless that wasn't what he was offering? Her eyes roved over his frame, slowly, obviously, taking the time to appreciate him. "Look, the way I see it, I'm going to find out one way or another. right?" she would get up out of this chair and walk out there whether he liked it or not. "So why don't you just tell me? I'm offering you help, mostly free of charge, when does that ever happen on Zeltros?"

 

[Quint Salis]

A tempting offer, but she didn't want to take him up on it. If she was sympathetic to his plight then she really would forget that she heard anything. That did not seem to the case at all. If she was going to continue to press, then Quint was going to have to find another way to get rid of the woman. The only problem was she did not seem like the kind that would be so easily gotten rid of. Then she mentioned two words that forced an incredulous look to wash over his face.

Fair Deal.

"Look sweetheart... a fair deal would be pretending you didn't hear a word you just said and walk out that door right now before the people I am dealing find you were here too."

Quint stood up out of the chair... It was a good thing she kept talking because as it turned out, she was offering help. He huffed and sat back in his chair as he reached for another cigarette. After lighting it, he offered one to the woman. She seemed like the type that would not say no. The high of recent spice use was written all over her face.

"Right... I got 20 kilos of prime spice back there," he said after some silence.

He took a drag on the cigarette and blew it out slowly as his eyes finally took time wander over her form. Gods she was gorgeous. It was Zeltros after all, and the tattoo artist had plenty of beautiful women at his disposal. He should not have been surprised at all. For a brief moment he clenched his jaw before finally leaning forward in the chair.

"Alright... say I let you help... how exactly are you going to help me unload 20 kilos without getting caught?"

A brow raised as his eyes met hers. He was genuinely curious.

Stacy Nairne

 

[Stacy Nairne]

Wearing: xxx
Tag: Quint Salis

Truth be told Stacy hadn't been expecting him to relent, and the grinning expression on her face would show that she was pleasantly surprised. It was also nice when people made it so easy to manipulate them. So she took the smoke when it was offered, having never been one to mind the dirty habit and all-to-willing to join in, and simply sat back in the chair, legs cross at the ankles, and watched him struggling with himself before finally asking the million dollar question. How exactly was she going to help him. Alright. She hadn't figured that part out then. But she'd come up with something when she came down from the high.

But also... there seemed to be one very important detail about his currently predicament that he was forgetting. Stacy clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, and pursed her lips, the expression now on her face one that said she was pitying his nativity. "Oh, baby." she said, her tone practically oozing condescension."You have twenty kilos of spice--that's it? That's your problem? You're on Zeltros." Surely he'd see where this was going. This was the party planet and everyone was carrying something illegal or doing something illegal. It wouldn't be that hard to move.

Stacy blew out a puff of smoke as she laughed softly. "You're either new to the game or you've been out of it for too long, Moving spice on Zeltros is literally a walk in the park." There were a dozen different places and people that'd be willing to take that spice of her hands. She really didn't understand why he was so strung out about it. Maybe he high. "Now, you have a gorgeous woman sitting across from you, experienced in this kind of shindig, and willing to help for a nominal fee, of course. So why don't you quit the panic, and let's figure out how to move this chit, ya?"