Characters: Everyone but Lakir
NPC: Jum Tixem
Location: The Bridge, a bar at the Larkarda Starport
1125.6.4 - 16:15 / 14:45 local time (18 1/2 hr day)
Simrii doesn't look happy. Between bites of his sandwich he asks, "So what did
Jim Jim the dog faced boy have to say after I left?"
Captain Shiraamer looks at Simrii. "Ok Simrii...Talk. You've been sulking
throughout this whole deal. What aren't you telling us about this. If you have
more information about this, speak up."
Simrii smiles around his fries, "I'm a firm believer in the bullshit theory: if
it sounds like bullshit, smells like bullshit and looks like bullshit, it's
probably bullshit.
"I've spent a good lot of time running this sort of stuff in the past and that
man might say he works for a manufacturing company but he's full of crap and you
can bet your backside he doesn't want no silly bioscanner."
He offers the plate around the table, "Fries anyone? They're really quite good."
Setting the plate back down on the table, he continues, "He's a spook, might be
an Imp, most likely a Lucan man which means he's more than likely going to
double cross us sooner or later. I'm just saying watch your ass."
Shiraamer gets a little wicked grin on her face and snatches a fry before
responding. "There's that chance with every job we take (getting double
crossed). I appreciate you voicing your opinion though. Like I said. It's time
to investigate this guy and see how legit he is. We'll be doomed from the start
if we don't do our background checks and plan accordingly. As for watching my
ass," she looks behind her, "it's too hard for me to see, I always thought you'd
guys would watch it for me."
"Don't worry skipper, I'll watch your ass. Little difficult to shoot things
looking at your ass but I'm certain I'll manage." Simrii gives her a wink and a
smile.
"I'll see everybody at the briefing tomorrow." She gets up and with a little
extra sway to show off her ass, she giggles as she leaves to go to the ship.
"Check out the swing in her backyard," Simrii says.
Vincent adds a "Good night cap'n" as he casually looks at the cap'n shake her
stuff.
Simrii wraps half the sandwich in a napkin, grabs a handful of fries throws them
in a napkin and shoves them all into different pockets in his vest.
"Eat those," he says to the others downing his tea and heads outside looking to
catch up with Lakir.
Shiraamer gets halfway past the bar when Jum calls out to her, "Miss Siirkasaare
your bill."
"Sorry Jum, almost forgot."
Shiraamer slides her bankcard through the reader and notes the bill: $135, not
including tip.
Simrii passes the captain at the bar and, with a jacket full of fries, heads
outside.
Shiraamer takes a deep sigh and stares at the bill/receipt and then looks at
Chuck. She authorizes $185 to be taken out and winks at Jum.
"Thank you Miss Siirkasaare! Please come back soon." Jum smiles. It's an honest
smile.
Turning around, Shiraamer slowly walks back to the table glaring at Chuck the
whole time. Placing both hands on the table she leans in towards him. Waiting
for his eyes to meet hers (even if it takes awhile) she stares at him and says,
"Mr. Strider, that had better be one hell of a cup of coffee tomorrow morning.
You and I will be having a discussion about the tab I just paid."
Chuck just sits in rapt attention, completely silent for once.
Shiraamer turns around once again, winks at the others and saunters out of the
bar to head back to the ship.
Gvarokh, Slade, and Vincent finish off their beers and leave. They catch up to
the captain outside.
Vladgorkfeg has just finished his squid. He remains seated to digest his meal
and enjoy his lager. Several minutes after the others have left, he gets up and
leaves.
Chuck fills up his glass with the last of the lager. Now that all the
distractions have left the bar, he looks around for someone else to hang out
with.
At this point the crew has split up.