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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[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.

[childofrebellion]

The patrol passes right in front of them and they can hear the 'troopers say, "They should shut that dive down."

"Every time we do go there, its always the same drunks."

"Yes, but that shark has connections," The first one says as they move past them.

Then Cassian steps forward and opens the door to Milliways and goes through, some of the tension going from his shoulders, "I have my ways of being forgotten."

[irish_vagabond]

...Can those stormtroopers even see in those helmets?

Cassidy remains still and quiet as they pass, and as soon as Cassian moves, so does he, quickly following him through the doorway.

He utters an exhilarated laugh, shutting the door behind him.

"Never was one to blend into the background meself," he chuckles. "That was awesome, mate. Thanks for lettin' me tag along, hope I didn't bollocks anything up for ya."

[childofrebellion]

Cassian finds a table to sit down at and the two containers of spice reappear,

"I have a lot of years of practice. No, you helped, these are yours. Be careful, spice can be very addictive."

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy joins him and slips the bottle of All or Nothing out of his inner jacket pocket, placing it on the table.

"Good! I'm glad. Just put whatever you order from the Bar on my tab for however much I owe you. An' don't worry, I've probably done stuff just as hard as this, so I'll be alright," he says as he tucks the containers of spice away.

"D'you wanna split the bottle?"

[childofrebellion]

OOC: Looks like an ending. Do you want to post or should I?

He smiles and looks for a rat to get two glasses, "Thank you and yes."

[irish_vagabond]

"Awesome."

Cassidy pours out the liquor and raises his glass to him.

"May the wind ever be beneath your wings. Cheers, mate!"

Lazy bastard as he is, Cassidy likes being useful on occasion. And after all he got a bit of an adventure out of it, so as far as he's concerned it's been time well spent.


[ooc: Good to wrap! I'd be glad to post it.]