Cantinas with Cassidy

[childofrebellion]

When Cassian enters, he's changed into a shirt that maybe once was red and a suit jacket that's casual and like the other one, once belonged to a larger man.

It helps to sell the character if his clothes show someone trying to improve and get farther from the Outer Rim.

He looks around for Cassidy as they want to use as much of the night as they can.

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[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy sticks close, eyes and ears peeled for anyone following them.

By the time they reach the shop, Cassidy is all grins.

"Pfft, nah!" he says, and he opens his jacket. "I saved the bottle."

[childofrebellion]

"Oh good,"

He laughs in relief and leans on the shopfront while watching for surveillance and patrols.

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy leans back as well, hands in his pockets, casual as anything.

"Well, that was an interesting turn of events. Suffice to say I was not disappointed."

[childofrebellion]

"Glad to meet your expectations. We probably should head back,"

He's curious and worried about what Cassidy was hoping to find.

[irish_vagabond]

Sex and drugs, but Cassidy understands that Cassian isn't the type to indulge. Like, those Twi'leks were hot.

"Sure," he says agreeably. "I owe you for the liquor."

[childofrebellion]

"Maybe another time there won't be as much work. Though you were good with the drug line, something you've done before?" Cassian starts walking back towards the respectable part of town then stops as an Ithorian who's not completely steady and has a spicy smell around him gets in their way, "Got any spice?"

With a sigh, Cassian says, "No, go sleep it off."

[irish_vagabond]

"Gotta cut loose some time, mate, but I can see how it's hard to have fun with all those 'troopers hanging about," he says as he walks alongside Cassian.

"Let's just say I wasn't lying when I said pharmaceuticals are my specialty."

As they pass the hammer-headed fella, Cassidy sniffs and twitches his nose.

"What's spice? You mentioned it back when we were talking to Enla."

[childofrebellion]

"Drug of choice in the galaxy. I do some when its safe."

Milliways is allowing a little more space to relax but he never searches out ways to lose control. He stops, raising his hand in front of Cassidy as 'trooper boots pass by.

"Oh, that's how you knew which drugs?"

[irish_vagabond]

That was a total soccer mom gesture.

"You do?" he says once the stormtroopers go by. "Dude! You've been holdin' out on me, mate. You need to pass me some of that as soon as you can, I swear I'll pay you back for your troubles if it's hard to get. And yeah, I'm quite thoroughly familiar with Earth drugs, both legal and illegal."

[childofrebellion]

Cassian stares at Cassidy and shakes his head as he goes over what he said. Basic's not his first language and he doesn't want to have to deal with 'troopers tonight,

"Kriff no, not spice, cut loose or whatever you said. Spice takes away too much control, but if you really want to try some we're in the neighborhood for it."

[irish_vagabond]

"...Oh," he half-laughs, when he realizes Cassian hadn't meant it like that.

"Well, look, I don't wanna get you in trouble if the situation's too shady for you. Trust me, I understand. But, y'know, since we're in the neighborhood an' all, where would I, theoretically, go to find some?"

[childofrebellion]

He looks around the area they're in, they're not far from the cantinas, not yet back in the respectable area. Ord Mantell City has a lot of circles in it which makes it possible to move easily between areas,

Then he gives a tired laugh, getting caught with spice is far less risky than spying on the Empire, "Cassidy, you know what I really do. This way."

[irish_vagabond]

"Hah! Oh, you are a wonderful bastard," he guffaws, hugging Cassian with one arm around his shoulders as he follows.

"Is the stuff expensive? And by the name I'm guessing it's a powder?"

[childofrebellion]

Cassian didn't expect the hug and his smile is small and genuine as he says, "It depends on the the quality and mixture of spice in terms of price."

He considers where they are looks up once more at the buildings before taking them down another alley and they pass behind cantinas.

Soon they find themselves at a door with a Pyke leaning on it, who eyes them, "What do you want?"

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy looks up at the guy with a tiny face and tries not to notice that his face is really tiny.

"Hey, how're ya? We were just in the neighborhood for a little stroll when we come upon this here alley, an' I thought to meself, y'know, I could go for a hit of spice right about now. What d'ye say, friend? Know where we can score some?"

[childofrebellion]

The Pyke looks between them and while Cassidy's talked, Cassian's holding a handful of credits and he says, "Proper stuff from Naboo not Kessel."

"Hmph, here," Then the Pyke opens the door to a vestibule and beyond a darker place that might have people in it, the light makes it hard to see. The Pyke steps through and Cassian enters but stays near the door.

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy follows warily and also hovers by the door, craning his neck a little to see past into the next room. He wonders if it's like some kind of opium den. It's a bit shady, sure, but that's to be expected.

[childofrebellion]

There are glimpses of bodies, laughter and cursing in various languages before the Pyke returns with a small container of red powder, "Best quality and that means best price."

Cassian takes it and opens to give a sniff and offers it to Cassidy for him to try. The Pyke looks between them with a grumble, "You paying or not?"

In his years growing up and spying, Cassian's spent time around the spice trade so he's playing it quiet. He wants to see what Cassidy will do as this is according to him his main business.

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy has no idea what to do with spice. Snort it? Lick it? Smoke it? All three? But he takes the container anyway and gives it a whiff.

Okay, that...really is actually spicy.

He looks up at the Pyke, a sort of meh expression on his face.

"Now, don't take this the wrong way, but I'll be honest with you, I've sniffed better," he says, unimpressed. "But if this's the best you've got, you're gonna hafta bring the price down, 'cause I didn't come all the way out here to spend his good money on something that's not gonna last me two weeks."

He has no idea how long it's going to last. Is he supposed to mix it into a milkshake or sprinkle it on french fries?

[childofrebellion]

The Pyke mutters to himself and pulls out a smaller container from a pocket, "This and that is worth it. This is what the pirates used to be paid in."

Cassian shifts the credits in his hand as they make a quiet sound and he counts out a few as he jerks his chin up, his presence slightly larger, "There and if its not as good as you say, you'll hear about it."

"Yes, but come back and buy more," The Pyke says as Cassian takes the spice and makes it disappear as he walks into the street and waits for Cassidy.

[irish_vagabond]

"If it's good, then you'll see us again," Cassidy confirms oh-so seriously. "Good doin' business with ya."

He follows Cassian out, barely containing the look of amusement on his face.

"Alright, let's split before I owe you an entire week's wages. Thanks for that, mate."

[childofrebellion]

Cassian shrugs and starts moving carefully through the streets again,

"You're welcome and its useful. I need to learn all I can."

The feel of the streets has started to shift as the night goes on, Cassian keeps them away from the main ones as he moves them back where they began the night. At one point he stops and pulls a small ball from his pocket and tosses it at the corner of a building where there's a sad hiss, "Surveillance."

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy doesn't really see what Cassian could have learned from that except for the fact that bullshitting your way through something can be a delicate art form.

"The streets're bein' monitored?" he asks, glancing around, though he keeps his shoulders hunched slightly with his hands in his pockets. "What was that you just threw?"

[childofrebellion]

He's learning who controls the underworld of Ord Mantell and nods, "Of course, not as much out here as closer to the port and downtown. A disruptor that makes it briefly not work and erase our faces. And we should be back around this corner."

Cassian stops as there's the stomp of 'troopers' boots.

[irish_vagabond]

"Oho, very handy, that," he says nodding.

He's following along until Cassian stops, almost bumping into his shoulder. He hears the sound of boots echoing down the street.