she smirked slightly "Depends. You'd have to make me an offer I can't refuse. You've got a hefty bounty on your head, you know." she studied the blaster, noticing the nicks and scars from previous fights it bore "El'eye Rydar, is it?" she made eye contact and grinned, somewhat threateningly
(dude, don't worry. If I bring in more characters it'll be later in the story once we get going. feel free to do so yourself, too if you like. ;) call in the backup lol)
He responded to the stare with a bored one of his own. "Seems my reputation proceeds me." He glanced down at the blaster, squinting to get a good look at it. "Old girl's a little beat up. I'll hear your offer first."
(It's fine, I'm just being difficult)
she pulled out a small pouch from her belt "I'll give you twenty-five credits and you let me in on your big buy you're planning." she gestured to the array of weapons before holding out the pouch and raised an eyebrow "Oooooor… I can give you nothing, take it anyway and turn you in by sundown." another smile- this time, quite pleased "Your choice."
El'eye shrugged, taking the bag. He wasn't stupid, nor did he think he was made of cortosis. Lightsabers were scary, and she just happened to have one. And didn't look afraid to use it.
"Alright. What do you wanna know?"
her smile widened "Are you meeting someone? I want in." she holstered the blaster. it fit perfectly. This was going to be so much more enjoyable than bringing him in and making small coin for bounty
"Member of the Hutt cartel. Looking to loop me in and supply the slimy's security force." It was a ridiculously lucrative deal, but he attempted to play it off the best he could.
"Hutts, huh? That's a pretty high buy. need a little extra muscle?" she nodded toward her sabre "Even those massive slugs seem pretty easily convinced with the right moves… I could assure you the deal-" she leaned closer and spoke softly "For 50%"
"Kill me now, 'cause you aren't getting 50%. I was the one who worked for 4 years to get here." He crossed his arms in defiance. "I'll consider 40%. If you give me 50 more credits for that fancy new blaster of yours."
she chuckled and roughly patted his shoulder from across the table "I knew you weren't easy. 40 is plenty." she stood and tossed him a jingling sack "Keep the coin, I'm in this for the mischief." she winked and held out her hand "The name's Evarre. Don't worry, I'm not with the Jedi. Got your own transport?"
He stared at her hand and hook it grudgingly. "Got a hunk of shit I call a speederbike. I'm supposed to meet them in an hour."
Evarre smiled coyly "I've got a better idea. My speeder is plenty big for the both of us. Where are they meeting you?" she shrugged into an oversized cloak she pulled from the back of a chair nearby. nobody would miss it, everyone here was either blasted drunk or headed that way. It was always like that during these races
*Racing seasons
"Got coordinates and a name to call out. Nothin' more, nothin' less."
He began sliding his weapons into a bag he had brought with him, very haphazardly considering how dangerous they were.
(Hol up- are we on Tatooine now?)
(OOOFF, I forgot, my bad)
(lol no big deal- I was ready to go with it. XD)
"Let's get going, then." she tossed him a key "You drive, I'll watch the merchandise." she held out her hand for the bag
He chucked the bag over to her, catching the keys and studying them. "Seems fair enough." He began heading to the door, but was stopped by a Wookie grabbing him by the throat as he passed and pinning him against the wall, lifting him up a couple of feet in a show of power.
Evarre caught the bag and shouldered it. She turned back to see the beast grab him and drew her new blaster "AY! Drop the sleazeball, Wookie!" she stepped closer, other hand on her sabrehilt "I'm sorry, Sir, but you're gonna have to find your own bounty, 'cause this claim is staked." she spoke slow and sure, her blaster aimed at his eyes
"This isn't the right time," he weezed out, pointing to the woman.
The Wookie grumbled in frustration, dropping El'eye with a huff and sitting back down
she nodded and yanked him up off the floor and dusted him off "Old friend?"
(gotta go, I'll be back :))
(See ya!)
"Nah. He tried to kill me before. Hasn't succeeded yet," He mumbled, rubbing his neck gingerly. "Gotta strong right hand, though."